There must be something in the water down there in Martin and St. Lucie counties.
Ft. Pierce, Stuart, Jensen Beach, Ankona?
If I am a rich man, and I most certainly am, it is because of my wealth of friends. Not my wealthy friends mind you. If we all pooled our resources we might be able to purchase a time share on a small island, but there will be no common paradise where we build our walls against the world.
Jensen Beach,and its surrounding communities, produce a disproportionate number of these friends. These are not only the good people you meet out for dinner, but the ones you plan conspiracies with, hiding the bodies of your best misdeeds. Locals from this region act local everywhere. They speak a Khoisan patois that adapts yet remains fundamentally recognizable to all who grow up there. A mountain soda is an orange whip is a tall blonde.
My closest conspirator noted of one friend in particular, “He’s the kind of guy who is the beginning and end to a lot of stories.” The same could be said of them all. They are pirates for the most part, ingenious miscreants who find a way. There are some benevolent vandals and outlaws. They are black saints, sinner ladies, and citizens of Middle Earth. They maraud about the world buying drinks (or having drinks bought more likely.) Picking up shovel or sword, they are up for the task at hand.
So let’s hear from them if we may, what is it about that place?
John this was awesome! I laughed so hard I cried! You have captured in words the essence of what I first was introduced to over 14 years ago when I met Sean. The one thing that always impressed me was how all of you have kept in touch and continued to remain friends. A rare gift for sure! Your eloquence with words to describe the crew is simply brilliant! 🙂 Thanks for bringing great joy and laughter on a Friday morning!
let’s ask turtle dick johnson, sqaucks, giggles and doc twiddle. I am not real sure though. maybe it’s growing up in the shadow of a nuclear power plant. Good blog man.