We pulled up to a red light on Oakland Park Blvd next to this joyful fellow who was enjoying the second childhood that Fort Lauderdale grants a man. (His music, not ours.)
Other aspects of our Sunday excursion were not so cheerful. In some previously gentrified neighborhoods, lawns have gone to seed and houses with for-sale or for-rent signs outnumber those without. In the picture below the video, it seems that someone has lost faith in plush purple and in the wisdom of Jesus.