My paternal grandparents wintered in Palm Beach, Florida. They had an apartment at The Southlake, a 1960s serpentine apartment building with a kidney shaped swimming pool in front. There was a doorman, also a valet who would pull up in Grandpa's lemon chiffon Lincoln Continental. The white leather interior was always flawless.
|Easter in Palm Beach in the 1970s|
Palm Beach in the 1970s was a strange, disconnected place for our family. Grandma and Grandpa lived in a fancy, tropical oasis. It was nothing like North Caldwell, New Jersey. All the buildings in Palm Beach were the color of butter mints, and I remember sitting on the curb watching salamanders and counting the Rolls Royces breezing by.