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A big noisy wind out of the northeast, full of a February chill,
herded the tourists off the afternoon beach, driving them to
cover, complaining bitterly.  It picked up grey slabs of the
Atlantic and smacked them down on the public beach across
the highway from Bahia Mar.  It rattled loose sand across
the windshields of the traffic, came into the cramped acres
of docks and boat basin, snapped the burgees and went
hooooo in the spiderwebs of rigging and tuna towers.  Fort
Lauderdale was a dead loss for the tourists that Saturday
afternoon.  They would have been more comfortable back
in Scranton.
-John D. MacDonald, The Quick Red Fox