The Blue Door Cafe in Stuart has a movie program on Monday evenings. Their outdoor patio is turned into an open air theater, a 10 by 10 screen is pulled down from a large roller, and a digital projector materializes. Light food, wine, beer, coffee, cakes etc are available for purchase. Last week, the Martian was screened, yesterday had The Big Short. Next week is the vintage Roman Holiday with Audrey Hepburn, Gregory Peck, and Eddie Albert. There's a mix of new, older, and old movies.
We've done this before, and it's quite pleasant. The program is free, but you are expected to buy something. We had two pints of Palm, a large glass of pinot noir, and a cappuccino. There were about 25-30 guests, on a cool evening, with temps in the 50s.
We had parked over on Seminole Street, and walked to the Cafe. Walking back at 10.30, we didn't see a single person in two blocks. Not one. Every downtown store was closed, although many restaurants are closed on Monday as a matter of course.
I was sorting through some mail at the table in the breakfast nook. For some reason I became aware of movement nearby, just outside the window. A large blue heron (think small ostrich) had walked up to see what I was doing. The heron usually patrols the palm shrubs along the water line, looking for lizards, snail eggs, etc. It's unusual to see him (her?) up by the house.
Road rage is very in, in this area and down toward West Palm Beach. Every few days somebody will be shot for changing lanes and affronting another driver's worth. Or, get rammed by a truck. The police are on the lookout for a dented red truck which has apparently rammed several vehicles driven by women. I saw a guy get out of the car and go back to another motorist in a threatening manner encounter last week. Two people shouting, the conversation seemed to be along the lines of I'll stuff you in your ashtray if you ever beep at me again.
I had a guy lean on his horn and cuss me out for changing lanes across the middle lane. I went from the right lane, through the center lane, and into the left lane, as he roared up the center lane at 90 in a 45 mph. Plenty of room by NY NJ standards, but I may have disrespected him for coming through his space.
There's also an enormous amount of weaving in and out of traffic at high speeds. I drove down to WPB last week on I-95. Was moving with traffic at about 80 (limit is 70). Two guys came up the right lane at 90-100, passed me on the right, cut into a narrow space two cars ahead of me, went around a truck in the far right lane, still doing 100, changed lanes again, moving into the left lane. See this a lot around here. In NJ, it usually means somebody has stolen a car and is bringing it to the fence, etc.
There are spectacular accidents, cars flipping over multiple times, sailing over road barriers, etc.
Dreams come in all sizes, shapes, and colors.