Crappy day in paradise

The car in the picture was in the second lane, mind you, out from the curb on North Roosevelt, making a hell of a rooster-
tail.

The curb lane was even deeper.

Of course this happens on an island that is mostly glorified rock: If things aren't graded well, rain stands until it runs off or evaporates.

What the picture doesn't show, though, is the fella with an umbrella (which will be totally inadequate) trying to figure out how he'll get by thie sidewalk without taking a bath.

Temperatures Monday, by the way, were still in the 70s, so my errands were perfectly comfortable in a cap and nylon jacket. [And the plane in the palm landed just fine.]