Given my feelings toward the strange swampland that is called Florida, happy was I to discover the aptly-named FloriDUH blog, which keeps tabs on all the esoteric, improbable and often backwards doings of that sun-baked peninsula. It is all crazy stories, of which Florida seemingly has no shortage of. Like the lady that went nuts on her druggy boyfriend with a toilet seat. Or the sexy nudie resort called Caliente. Images of Jesus spotted in sonograms. Along with the obligatory man-struck-by-lightning coverage. Still! Their tag line is “we’ve all been in the sun too long” and that is the truth. If one lives in Florida too long, that sun will cook your brain like an clay pot in a kiln. It’s been nigh on nine years (help me!) that I left the place and yet, one cannot completely erase the taint of Florida from their persona. Inevitably, when introduced to someone new at some social event, I can tell in under three minutes of conversation whether or not they’ve served time in that humid penal colony of a state.
So, uh, keep up the good work Sun-Sentinel bloggers. Lest I start to become nostalgic for the land of crackers, gators, love bugs and the odd shark attack.