I just returned, red as a beet, from Dave Webster's Bachelor Party in Florida. We had a good time, in our distinctively Westminster way--there were more games of whiffle ball and all night Monopoly than wild nights at the bars; more the bonhomie of a reunion than the reckless dissoluteness of a Miami bender.
I can feel your skepticism across the miles.
In any event, it was more the nature of where we stayed in Florida that captured my attention. We were in Ft. Lauderdale, so Amy can confirm or deny my experience based on her time in the Sunshine State, but what was most surprising to me was the willingness of people there to let certain parts of their town--lots, old buildings, unused golf courses, for example--to slowly decay. The first morning we were there half the group went golfing and the other went to a casino, so, left to my own devices, I took a short run around to get the lay of the land. Among other things, I found the back nine of a golf course slowly deteriorating a short distance away, separated from a grouping of hotels by two-lane highway. We may hold space to a premium in the Northeast, but seeing the course's slow state of decomposition was a memorable event. Coupled with the impressive March heat, one got the sense that the course was somehow slowly rotting away.
I may be becoming too much of a North easterner. What have been your impressions of Florida when you've been?
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Ever since being poisoned from the sun in Sarasota, where we went when I was 16 (this was Dad's first vacation since I had been born), I have never liked Florida. Add to that the scumby citizendry of Miami, where Dad and I went on a few trips that he won as a sales rep. and the parching heat when we visited Pensacola, I have never like Florida. Actually Tampa in March with Doug and Linda and Jacksonville at Amy's)(especially Ameilia (?) island were ok, and I've never been to Sanibel or points west, but it's not my kind of state.
I saw John Holt today at the 4-Way Test Speech Contest, who had said "Chris"? when I told him that you were a corporate lawyer - he's an interesting, insightful guy.
How great it is to be walking the dog and run into a historian who can tell you about the Ottoman Empire, and everything else you wanted to know. How great it is to get a reflection from a course in literature and get an eecummings poem. Whatever we say about the liberal arts, they are deeper than we'll ever know.
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