Part of What's Wrong with America
As I drove across Highway 75, one of numerous "alligator alleys" in south Florida, from Miami to Fort Myers tonight I saw a road sign that summed up quite a lot of what is wrong with our country.
How would you like to go camping at a place called Kountry Kampin'? Granted that this might be a Triple K affiliate (note, not to be confused with Circle K in the Southwest of the US, think cross burning not Keystone Light and tanker sized coffee mugs for the long haul truckers).
Or how about some Swamp Buggy Eco-Tours? "Okay, ya'll be real quiet as we come up on these nesting birds, Now Punch it EARL! Waaaaaaaaomph!" Yeah, nothing like 500 horses to convince animals to go elsewhere for their mating needs (i.e. not having huge machines running flat out in three feet of water). Don't tell me that you weren't aware that Fort Myers, Florida is the global epicenter of swamp buggy racing(love the "alligator/dinosaur/iguana thing")? Where in the hell have you been? Don't you watch ESPN2 at 3 in the morning?
I had more than my fair share of revelations as I drove west while listening to the Giants open up a can of whoop ass in game five. Revelations about my dad, things that made me laugh, things I'll miss about him. Revelations about myself, things I need to get working on, finishing on, moving on. All that good stuff. Even started mapping the whole thing out too. Everybody has got to have goals, either make some up or go dig out your list you wrote five years ago. Don't let another five years go by before you do some of your goals.
And if you're starting a list, maybe you should include a few frivolous things like going skinny dipping in both oceans in the same week or eating nothing but bad food for three days or whatever it is that floats your boat or finds your lost remote (does anyone know what song that line is from?)
Me? I'm working on my list. After a nap.
