How I feel for you all. I was born in West Palm 70 years ago. I’ve seen our forest – many of them virgin – our farms and pastures converted to strip malls and housing, our roads widened and all that you describe.
Our public dock where once a Seminole woman sat in a little palm-thatched hut making dolls now is rented for use by massive yachts which loom a the end of the downtown’s main street.
I think one of the most common experiences in American life is to return to the place you were a child and say “This used to be all trees.”…