The Cackler and I are adapting well to the rythmn of life in South Beach, Miami.
We are fortunate to be staying in one of Miami’s very best addresses: Portofino Tower. We are guests of Mike Abrashoff, the navy officer whose captaincy changed the culture of a guided-missile destroyer, the USS Benfold. Mike’s book It’s Your Ship became a leadership best seller. Mike is in high demand for speeches all over the world, and so rarely has time to use his luxury condo. The Cackler and I were happy to help him out. It is an all-round good place to be.
The Cackler and I have been taking our “5 a day” mostly muddled and added to a tall glass with either malibu or rum and sometimes both.
We have consorted with the stars, spotting if not Drew Barrymore, Robin Williams and Paris Hilton, then at least passable imitations, for everyone is beautiful or interesting here. We bumped into the real thing yesterday though when the Cackler came across WBA Heavyweight Boxing champion David Haye on his way to train at the 5th street gym She would be stalking him still except her little white chicken legs can’t keep up with his mighty, manly stride.
We went to the Fifth Street Gym to buy a souvenir T shirt for the Cackler’s friend Mark, almost as much of a boxing fan as she is. The gym, which has been the training ground for world-famous boxers since the 1950s, is now reopened in its original location. We feel they could do with our marketing help as they really didn’t have much in the way of branded items to sell us. Put it like this: they only had one t-shirt in a size medium and they had to give that a good sniff to check it hadn’t been worn before they asked us to pay.