Lea Carpenter Sloan took the leisurely drive around the harbor before she reached the small two-lane bridge built to resemble the Bridge of Lions in St. Augustine. The fronds on the palm trees on both sides of the bridge moved slightly in the late morning Florida breeze.
She cranked up the air conditioner in her Volkswagen Beetle, but couldn’t resist opening her window and sticking her arm out to confirm if the humidity was getting worse. It was Florida.
Once she left Carpenter Island, as she headed east, she arrived at the next barrier island. She turned left on Harbor Drive, past the construction scaffolding on her right. The abandoned warehouses and buildings in Baytowne that faced the Gulf of Mexico were getting remodeled for condos and townhouses with the first-floor units earmarked
