Saturday night, leaving Tuyo in downtown Miami, I noticed a paperback book sitting atop the valet podium. Walking closer I saw that it was Fahrenheit 451.
"That's a good book," I said. "Are you reading it for school?"
"No," the valet said. "I'm trying to improve my vocabulary. For my music."
"What kind of music?" I asked.
"Rap. R&B."
Ray Bradbury would have been pleased.
