When Establishing a Fresh Organization, Bring Plenty of Cigarettes for the Zombies Under the Bridge

The next item was to arise in a Miami publication (which shall remain anonymous) that never got beyond its first issue which was to add a story on a Miami helicopter builder, a jeweler, and a local swimsuit artist. The parentheticals are my remarks after-the-fact.Let me tell you a story about a young woman who got up early one morning trying to find a market and ended up on the cover of a is six o'clock on a Sunday morning. The sun still is not up and I'm waiting below the Watson Island connection between Miami and Miami Beach feeling a little unreasonable holding a bejeweled bra in my own hand and a little unpleasant observing the displaced emerging from the shadows with the stray cats. I'm there to shoot the cover and pin-up pages (okay, therefore it was not quite politically correct-- at the least we provided both sexes), alone in the dark with the mice, the cats, displaced zombies buying a smoke, and an over-the-top bra within my hand that could create a experienced Nevada showgirl blush with envy.The bra is constructed of red polymer and lined with Swarovski crystals. It's on loan from a downtown jeweler for the photograph shoot which, God prepared, can happen in a couple of minutes. I am looking for officers patrolling the island but you can find not any because it is too darn early!I understand my faith in humankind has been tried. The photographer who'd decided to do the capture, bailed at the eleventh hour. In desperation I looked to Dennie and DK Cody of our first cover was shot by Cody Photo who. They consent to help me and suggest we plan the shoot for 6am under the bridge to catch the morning light on the downtown skyline. That probably had some thing to do with Dennie's leader character bloodline (he's a of Buffalo Bill) where no one ever gave a thought about getting up before sunrise.I understand the Cody's will present, but I'm not certain about the others. They have never been never met by me. I have only talked to them on the telephone. Understanding that they are trading their time limited to press and copies of the newspaper makes me wonder if they will actually show. The longer I stand there alone at night, the less I am sure they will.Dennie and DK would be the first people to look out of the darkness that not ask me for a cigarette or money. I hear myself paraphrasing the Cowardly Lion, "I do believe in people, I do believe in people." Now, if perhaps the rest will show so I can shake loose of my Cowardly Lion tail: the owner of Miami Choppers who agreed to provide one of his true custom bikes down to the throw, and the models.Patrick Jones is the first design to arrive. All the way from Ft. Lauderdale. He turns out to be a great guy with plenty of enthusiasim for so early in the morning. I suppose he is from pioneer stock too. Before long, Miguel Suarez and his attractive wife Yami of Miami Choppers push up with the initial light of your day and I'm my faith in humanity growing with the new day's sun.Since the pin-up pages are individual, full-pages devoted to a Dude" and "Dame," we begin firing Patrick on the bike immediately to catch the kind of light only insomniacs, milkmen, smart anglers, farmers, buffalo hunters, and people surviving in Ft. Lauderdale who've to obtain up early for the drive in to Miami will see. An hour later I am beginning to feel our Dame has often terminated without telling me, or is lost. You can only pose a man many ways on a helicopter before it becomes difficult to avoid posing him for some type of homosexual publication-- not that there is such a thing wrong with that as Seinfeld and Castanza have reminded us over numerous reruns.Home is only a brief drive away. I opt to go back and see if I can obtain our feminine model via a contact. While I'm on the web, I call her cell phone. Still nothing. I've not really a clue where she's. I drive straight back thinking we can not only have some guy appearing in the magazine. We are already skating on politically inappropriate thin ice because it is what with pin-ups for crisesakes, but having maybe not and only a man a girl actually would paint a different sort of picture of what the publication is all about. Therefore, it is with great relief when I turn onto the dirt road underneath the bridge that I see Dennie talking to a lady. It can't be believed by me, but our model finally showed up! I park, leap out and run over to shake her hand nevertheless the dude stops me short with "I am maybe not her." I look at Dennie. He is grinning broadly. Appears this person was looking for the fish market on Watson Island smokeless e cigarette reviews. She had gotten up early to report some fresh fish for supper that night. She spent my youth in Miami but hadn't been back 10 years. The town moved the fish industry and the commercial fishing boats for sale, because she was away. In the short time I was away, Dennie convinced her to offer for our magazine.She is only wearing flip-flops, pants, and a t-shirt-- and number makeup. But we do not care. She is cute, sensible, and has an excellent self-deprecating sense of humor.And she's daring, the kind of temperament that claims "yes" to new adventures; the kind of individual that's served this newspaper get published (Little did I am aware that this courage was not provided by the manager). She's great. Her name? Alecia Walker. She's on holiday, visiting her brother in Miami. Her home is in Maryland where she works as a Surgical Technologist.Within instances we've her ditching her t-shirt and carrying the "bejeweled bra." When I see the light bouncing off those Swarovsky crystals, I know it was meant to be. We'd not need gotten that surprising result, if we had shot the photographs with Alecia any earlier. Call it serendipity-- I can't release my Cowardly Lion tail long enough to state it was designed to be. That could be assuming a lot of. Only time can tell. (I made the mistake of letting go of the end at the release party for the magazine that followed this capture weekly if you say "yes" to the magazine your life may change for the better later ).I also can maybe not promise. I really do not understand how being on the address of our journal and becoming the next ever Downtown Dame will make your lifetime better, but ideally with this small lively Ms. Walker, the Cody's, Patrick Jones, and the Suarezes, something good will turn out of saying "yes" to us (or at least to me).