When I think of the many great TV shows from my childhood, one thing comes to mind - great opening sequences. Who can forget Magnum P.I.'s Ferrari roaring off onto the highway, or the cool brown and orange two-seat helicopter soaring in and around the volcanic mountains of Hawaii. Of course, we can't mention Magnum P.I. without conjuring thoughts of Hawaii...Five-O that is, with the thundering waves and hula-dancers.

I have to admit right from the start of this article - I eat meat. That might make you think I'm not worthy of writing this article, and rightfully so. But I do practice conscious breathing, attend yoga classes once in a while and have read the Power of Now by Eckart Tolle, Peace is Every Step by Thich Nhat Hanh, and The Tao of the Jump Shot by John Fitzsimmons Mahony.

Video may have killed the radio star, but now "The DJ" is on trial for attempted murder in many places across the country. The alleged victim - live music. Music created by humans, for humans, in real time, where there is eye contact, smiles, nods of appreciation, and bursts of clapping and dancing when that "feeling" just can't be contained any longer.

In recent years South Beach has been swamped with media exposure that would have you think that a Bentley, an entourage, a couple of tattoos and a lot of bling are mandatory in order to enjoy South Beach these days. If you stay close to the beach at one of the swank hotels on Collins Avenue and don't venture out, you may find yourself thinking the same. Although I am also a fan of the many big-ticket restaurants offering glitter and glam, this time I offer you a view from the other side.