June 02, 2004
And don't forget the gator gun. Still lying low in Florida. Dedicating much time to bumming around the haunts of youth, overconsuming all those delicious, long pined-after classics of Cuban comfort food, and engaging in the time-honored activity of lamenting the loss of Old Florida with the other middle-aged siblings still residing in the tribal home territory. Maintaining apparitionally pasty complexion, natch. Sunburns are for tourists. Now for a fresh iced-tea and a stroll through some preserved scrub down to the banks of the Alafia, before dusk arrives with its armies of mosquitos. Return to real life next week.

(New project: figuring out how to cultivate a magnificent spreading live oak in my front yard in Iowa. Sigh. You can take the girl out of Florida but not...etc., etc. Genetic engineering likely to be required. For the oak, not the girl.)


Posted by Moira Breen at June 02, 2004 01:09 PM
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Never mind the gators, watch out for the Wampus Cat! It's a full moon, you know.

Posted by: Jonathan on June 03, 2004

Moira: I see you're from Tampa. I've got not much connection thereabouts but when I was quite a bit younger, my friends and I would hitch-hike (from suburban Philly) to Florida to fish and collect reptiles. Especially, we liked to camp in the palmetto "jungle" along the Silver River, the 4-mile clear outpouring of Silver Springs to the Oklawaha. There was a place we used to visit in Tarpon Springs called Tarpon Zoo--an animal dealer that got
regular planeloads from South and Central America. That was back in the '50s. Also used to go down to Clewiston. There was a guy in Tampa I remember named Ray Singleton who was also in that kind of business. Ain't the same anymore--but then, nothing is.

Posted by: gene berman on September 02, 2004

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