They look tanned and healthy enough, but I’m pretty sure that most of the population of West Palm Beach is undead. They are too tanned to be vampires so my money is on zombies. How else do you explain the huge flock of vultures circling over the town center…

… and roosting on window ledges.

You can see it in their eyes, that blank, fashion conscious, Fox News watching, undead stare.

Who else but zombies would be tearing down an art museum to put up a subdivision.

(The art museum website says they are going to reopen next year. Who to believe, the website or the backhoe?)

Who else but zombies would try to make a christmas tree out of sand?

Who else but zombies would think that beauty is enhanced by turquoise lipstick?

Who else but zombies would think that a pile of bricks is a work of art?

Who else but zombies would still be driving cars from fifty to eighty years ago?

For dinner we escaped to a Turkish restaurant in Northwood Village. The restroom was so full of antique furniture it was hard to find the john.

The belly dancer was warm to the touch…

… we can be pretty sure she wasn’t a zombie.