I left the desert of Arizona for the water of Florida, lots of water and a softer air. Left behind was the adventure of the border with stalwart ranchers up against drug cartels that are running Mexico and poisoning us.
I settled in the area of Stuart, a coastal town that manages to preserve much of old Florida, distinctive homes and stores that may date back to the early 1900’s and cannot have more than four stories in contrast to the high-rise glitz on the rest of the Atlantic coast. That’s the way its citizens like it, and they’re determined to keep it that way. Continue reading “The President Goes Fishing”