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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;V. Kurt Bellman, post: 2616811, member: 71723&quot;]With our second spider press souvenir card for the show under our metaphorical belts, we headed for the parking lot and the exits. The Caribbean Princess was still in the dock, and there were police and Broward County sheriff vehicles everywhere!! (I am still getting used to this - in Pennsylvania, County Sheriffs and their deputies have no more police powers than you, I, or any citizen have. They are glorified courthouse security guards and process servers, PERIOD! The state and MUNICIPALITIES have all police powers, the counties have none.) I later learned that all the eyewitnesses from the airport shooting had been transported to the convention center for debriefing. Good idea. Lots of private interview spaces and more comfortable than most airports, and only a 3-mile trip. Not too bad.</p><p><br /></p><p>That did make the exit traffic toward A1A and the beaches a little hairier. It took awhile to get over to the beachfront. We had enough time and light to dip our tootsies into the Atlantic Ocean in January, not a smart thing in my latitude. There were some hardcore beachgoing kids in the water fully (air temp was mid 60&#039;s), but a little wet feet was all we were up for. Besides, I was getting hungry. We randomly selected a typical beach town bar/bar food joint and I had a half rack of baby back ribs and a local dark brew, and Nick went for the brisket and a Yuengling Black &amp; Tan, brewed 30-some miles from home. Real adventurous, there, kiddo!</p><p><br /></p><p>Fed, tired, and running out of inspiration, we took yet another route (Siri took us a different way each day!) back to the hotel, prepared to pre-pack for the return trip the next day after phase 2 of the Judges&#039; Familiarization &amp; Certification course - The Results.[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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