(Day 7) Kingtones Memoirs
February 12, 1964 (Wednesday)
Porky’s houseboat was not very big. It didn’t really sleep five people, and only had one blanket per bed. Once again, Florida had “one of the coldest nights in years,” and we almost froze. We got up about 10:30 A.M., got dressed and left immediately to try and find a place to stay. We did not want to stay on that houseboat again. Our goal was to look all day, if necessary, until we found some kind of affordable lodging.
The first apartment we looked at was very nice, but they wanted $250.00 per week… so we continued looking. We finally found an apartment, that looked like a converted motel, about ten miles west of Fort Lauderdale. The name of the community was Plantation. We liked the name. It made us feel like we were staying at a place that was big and important. Better yet, we liked the price: $125.00 a week… so we took it. This would be our “home” for the next eight weeks. We got settled in and relaxed for the first time since we had left Michigan. The apartment consisted of a small kitchen with a small attached living room, a small bed room and a tiny bathroom.
Tomorrow, we had planned to go see The Beatles come into the Miami Airport. All of us, that is, except Pete. Our apartment shared a vacant lot with a bar. Pete liked The Beatles, but he liked the Shelazar Bar even more. He had a fake ID, and it was just a short walk to the bar. So he opted out of going to see the most famous rock group of our time to go and sit at the bar.
We were all healthy and fairly happy. We were getting along a little better today. I took a nice hot shower, since we had no bathtub, ate supper and went to bed.