This is the entrance to Dieter and Rog’s place at “The Palms” on the oceanside of Route A1A.
As I’ve established in dustier posts, one of the most satisfying aspects of Fort Lauderdale is the constant visible collision between the old and new cities. For instance, directly across the road from “The Palms”, you can check into this place where the in-room movies are probably unspiced.
Or, walking over the bridge from our place to the fashionable Galleria Mall, we find this alluring display of a menacing hi-tech toilet contraption.
And yet, if we walk a stone’s throw in the opposite direction, toward the beach, we pass this moment of vintage beauty. Every time we do this, I want to try that latch. Want to press that painted-over doorbell. Want to see everyone who has ever passed through those doors. Want to know their stories. Where they are today. How they ended up. Wanna say to them, “Hey. Ever spend a night with anyone at the “Praise the Lord Apartments? Really? Whadja do?”