A potential client came by the shop the other day. Health problems are causing her to have to relocate to Florida, she said. "Ugh," I grunted, unable to mask my disdain for our neighbor on the other side of the national dish. Would I look at her artwork? Sure.
But there is more.
|Gators on the golf course|
|Burmese pythons that can swallow cows.|
Florida was one of the first places that I saw black people living in squalor in this country. There is definitely another side of the tracks there, racially divided communities that largely stay out of each other's way.
Something about having to ask the waitress to keep them out of your soup.
In Florida it is very hard to walk on the roadsides without getting nasty thorns in your feet. I don't know what they are called but they suck.
Cuban food ranks right there with Pakistani or Filipino cuisine on my culinary charts.
A lot of shysters seem to end up in Florida, a great place for convicts to hang out and network. Forgeries, cons, schemers, bad art. The native regionalist genre, Highwayman Art is simply the worst, on a par with elvis on black velvet, if you take away the irony parts of course.
Bugs, reptiles, rodents, Bebe Rebozo, chiggers, gnats, ticks, water moccasins, Hulk Hogan, coral snakes, Anita Bryant, skeeters, sweat, rednecks, Carrot Top, dog tracks, swing clubs, cuban sandwiches, Rick Scott, sinkholes, Aileen Wuornos, stickers, old jews, bad art, Pat Boone, nude diners, what have I forgotten? Nice beaches, blue skies and pouring rain every day. Got to love it.