It was the Florida of my dreams. Not Disney World. The trip home from Disney World. You're sitting in the back of the car, trying to stay awake. Looking out the window. Rolling farmland, Spanish moss, live oaks. Green. Lots of green. Pastures. Heaven. And it never ends. This is the Florida you dream of. Not when you're a kid leaving Disney World. When you're twenty years older, seeing the land for the first time. You know you've seen this before, but only in a dream. . .
Don Blankenship, 1986.
Don Blankenship, 1986.
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You said it perfectly, Matt. Perfectly. I never appreciated it when I was younger. I just wanted to get to the beach.. get to Busch Gardens.
But I look back and there it was all the time... America. The South. The real deal That is what north Florida is..
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