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And it was a powerful one. I have been to Atlanta, San Francisco, Tahiti and Moorea... but have not written about them.  In January, I became a columnist for Luxist (www.luxist.com) and thus far have written six columns. I have been to Puerto Vallarta and jamaica, and expect to be going to Turks fairly soon. Will write and have images soon.

In the meantime, go to Luxist and click on my name -- there you'll find my most recent articles... just as an aside, my article on Herbert Kohler and his purchase of Hamilton Hall garnered over 20,000 viewers and readers.  Such a surprise! More soon!  REALLY!

The image here is of New York, out my window on Broadway. I was here for about 4 days, and had never stayed in the middle of everything, on Broadway before. But, then again, it was February, and it was in the middle of a terrible economic recession, so the usually busy New York streets were oddly peaceful, and at times almost empty. It was one of those business trips that was accented by one extraordinary event: finally seeing the revival of one of my favorite musicals, South Pacific.

South Pacific was one of my mother's favorites also, and it was the first music I ever remember hearing. She had seen it in New York with the original Broadway cast -- Mary Martin and Ezio Pinza back in the day. She played many of the songs on the piano, and one of her favorites was Some Enchanted Evening. That romantic story meant something far beyond the story itself, something personal, hopeful, that love could still conquer all. To us, the story seems at times somewhat silly, I mean, what Broadway musical isn't.. somewhat silly? But it is the music that moves the story line on, and moved me to tears, through the memory my mother's impassioned singing and piano playing.

What would she have thought of this revival? I wonder if she would have cared that Kelli O'Hara and Paulo Szot were not the living embodiments of her remembered Nellie Forbush and Emile DeBecque? I think she would not have cared at all -- the music still soars, the last hand clasp of Nellie and Emile, foretelling that eventually all will be right with the world, would have been enough for her as it was enough for me. Upon leaving Lincoln Center, I wondered when my mother actually did see South Pacific and what kind of world she walked back into? I melded with my mother's memory that evening, understanding that no matter what year it was,the wind was still brisk and at my back,, the lights were still bright, and hope for more enchanted evenings were still very much alive and kicking.

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This trip to Miami and Sunny Isles is my last trip of the year -- and it is one for the books. I was given the assignment of interviewing a 33 year old, multi-millionaire developer, who is an associate of Donald Trump. I had a great time and the young man seemed unaffected by all the trappings of his success. I had my picture taken in front of one of his private jets. He was a gentle, kindly person, whom I hope to meet again.

I was enchanted by many little things on this trip - the weather being one. I am from California, so a warm winter was not unusual for me, but the weather in Miami was so perfect, warm and cloudless, that it seemed, when looking at other parts of the TV weather map, that I was in paradise.

Rain in the west, snow in the midwest and east, and then, in Florida, it's cloudless and perfect. Like in Arizona, this is the reward Floridians get for putting up with hot, miserable Summers. But I had never been in Florida in December, and especially THIS December when so much weather misery afflicted the rest of the country.

One of the images above is a simple one -- on the 28th floor of my hotel suite, looking down at the ocean below. AHHH! Comfort and Joy! A Florida Christmas!