Landing at Palm Beach International Airport, I was ready to see how the other half lived. The COVID-sane half, that is. Our family hadn’t left New York since March. We had read about how Florida was able to maintain a case rate similar to or lower than New York’s while shunning our crippling lockdowns. Still, we were apprehensive. “Be careful down there, no one wears a mask,” was typical of advice I got from well-meaning friends.