Monday, March 6, 1995 - Riviera Beach, FL

The surveyor showed up on schedule. I rode Tri-Rail to Fort Lauderdale and got my mail, which was worth getting, as it had three checks in it and also the final bit of information I needed to complete my tax returns. Picked up a dab of groceries and headed home. It was 7:30 by the time I got there, so Roy had to let me in the gate. The gate is locked from 5 p.m. to 8:30 a.m., and we only have one key.