Transcendental Blues: Beaches, Bullets & the Return to So-Called Normal

Well, not really. But read on.

I am back in Florida. Nothing transcendent about here; just condos and concrete. And WalMart.

But no...there is always the beach:














Yes Virginia, there are actual beaches left in Florida. After the last slow-moving hurricane that tore at the coast for what seemed like weeks, a sliver of sand remains. In many places it slopes downward at such an extreme angle that just walking along the water without tipping over is a real trick.

And then there's this: driving along the Gulf coast of the Florida panhandle, we saw piles and piles of what used to be houses still waiting to be carted off after last year's storms. Maybe 20 yds. of ground left between where they used to stand and the water's edge. Maybe less. And right next to said pile of house was a brand-new house, going up in the same place. I mean we saw this over and over again.

Unfrickinbelievable. But I digress....

Tourists to Florida Get a Warning As Greeting

A national gun-control group is riling Gov. Jeb Bush and Florida's mighty tourism industry by warning visitors that arguing with locals here could get them shot.

Welcome home.