Okay, if that isn’t an obscure title I don’t know what is. Basically, I’m a little stunned and disappointed with myself for not remembering that Fort Lauderdale is the home of Travis McGee, John D. MacDonald‘s beach bum “salvage consultant” who lived on a houseboat, until after we got back home. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d remembered; perhaps visited Bahia Mar marina or something.
I love those books. Time to bust them out again.
There’s a plaque you can see at the Bahia Mar marina:
http://www.islander.org/10-6-04/sandscript.php
Travis and the Busted Flush, however, appear to be off on a long term salvage project.
It’s hard to pick a favorite, but I really like Cinnamon Skin.