Walking the Line
Last Wednesday’s sold-out crowd at Mizner Park was floating along on a sea of huge beers and pungent weed. SoFla’s notoriously rambunctious audience was in full form, with brawny dudes high-fiving and bleach-blond Bettys woo-hooing to Jack Johnson’s mellowed, front-porch acousticisms. As casual and assured as the North Shore breeze…