I spent a New Year's weekend at Singer Island, many years ago. It was very nice. A couple interesting stories, though nothing to do with current day status.
A dentist from here in Brunswick , when he knew I was going there, told me that he had an opportunity to buy a piece of property there some 25 years before. Did he? No; too much money at that time - $25,000. It seems that a lady bought the beach-front property, lived in it/on it for a long time, eventually sold it when elderly, for several million dollars. She was "one of those" who left a bloody fortune for the perpetual care of her beloved cats which survived her. Well, Doc recommended a nice little 1950s style motel for me, "not on the beach but opposite side of the street from the property I didn't buy. You'll be surprised what's on the beach side." And so I was: a four or five story hotel which looks right out onto the beach. Doc is in his 90s now, but he still spends about six or eight weeks every winter on Singer Island. It seems to me that West Palm Beach Airport was my arrival location.
So I was spending time on the beach when I met a young lady -- chickie poo in that era of my life -- who was from New Jersey. It seemed that her father, a NYC business exec. was a co-producer of the New Year's Eve bash at whatever hotel is on the PGA Headquarters nearby --(West Palm Beach - I don't fully remember) -- and would I like to be her guest? Well, are there lobsters in Maine? The whole bash was for the benefit, I think, of a children's hospital or something like that. The big band orchestra was comprised of volunteer musicians, every one of whom was retired, having played with just about every famous big band of such era. Singer Al Martino was the featured performer, though I suspect he wasn't a volunteer. Her Daddy's guest, sitting across the table from me, was F. Lee Bailey. After that, I never saw the young lady again but it was a super weekend. I'd go back again.
