South Florida

So many childhood memories. The heat, the palm trees, the ocean. The beautifully lazy feeling of 4 pm. Cold drinks, crackers, ceiling fans and aloe on sunburn. I spent the long weekend there, in Delray Beach, visiting a dear pal. It’s a great place for hopeful kiddies and chillin’ seniors. But for young adults ─ or for this young adult at least – it’s rough. It’s an odd combination of nouveau riche, white trash, and 100% certified nip tuck bimbos who care a lot about cars and know nothing about culture. There’s a smaller contingent (like my friend) whose love of the ambiance and quality of life trumps any discomfiture over the disturbing circus of neighborly humanity. I can understand that. When you are connected to a place, sometimes that’s all you need.

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