In 1982, I was holidaying in Florida and met a couple of English guys in a bar in Key West. We got chatting and I told them that I was staying in the local Quality Inn motel and that it was very nice. We hung out for a couple of days and then went our separate ways. We all exchanged our addresses in England but did not expect to meet each other again in Florida. Twelve days later, after I'd driven all the way up the Gulf coast, across to Cape Kennedy, and down the Atlantic coast, I pulled into the Quality Inn in Fort Lauderdale to spend the night.