I think what I enjoyed most was the feeling of a great American musical tradition at work. Arlo's son and grandson were up there playing with him. Woody's songs reflected the politics of the Depression and stretched back further through his relationship with Leadbelly to some of the earliest genuinely American music. Just one thing would have improved the night - I was hoping Arlo would finish with Goodnight Irene. He does a great version of this classic song that was first recorded by Leadbelly, who in turn learnt it from his uncle. Terry happens to have the world's largest collection of versions of Irene - 245 at last count! (If I ever disappear overboard, it may be because Terry has decided to stage an Irene marathon).
Now what's wrong with this picture? It's a beautiful warm day, the water is perfectly clear and there are thousands of people on the beach at Las Olas. Why are we the only ones swimming? Do they know something we don't? The Florida beaches are the places to see the kind of people you see on television but rarely in real life - perfect hair, perfect tans, skinny women with improbable breasts and toned guys with all their muscles, tendons and veins on show - like having all their plumbing on the outside. Maybe going in the water spoils the look? Anyway, we love it and we figure we're being good ambassadors for Australia by braving the briny. Even if we are a bit blobby by Florida standards.