The Legendary Kingdom of Florida

You can almost swim across large parts of Florida, swim and walk a few steps and then plunge again into the cool sexual embrace of yet another blue swimming pool. You can almost cross the peninsular of Florida by using the fairways, the greens, and the links of the many golf courses. In the everglades and other swampy parts a dragonfly can flit from one half-submerged alligator head to another flying miles in that hopping-stones way. Florida has backwoods cracker-holdouts where native Floridians sit on lawn chairs where there are no lawns. They rest and watch the snowbirds arriving on passenger jets that never cease coming. The folks that live out there may often pull a 'cold one' from a cooler and spit in resigned disgust, that copious spittle seeps into the the earth to nourish earthworms that delve and wriggle creating minor upheavals that occasionally weaken the subsoil forming sink holes elsewhere. You can travel from one sink hole to another; navigate a way around sunken cars and homes by following the ever breaking news and ‘road-out’ police reports. All these observations are a mighty huge exaggeration and a rather shaky hypothesis for sure but so is the notion of Florida. Florida exists in the heat of the moment where all things merge into a Disney Fantasy one often displayed upon front yards, where ubiquitous flamingos preen; plastic garden adornments that in Florida are a protected species.