On Nov 20, 10:19*pm, wrote:
On Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:12:43 -0800, "nom=de=plume"



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On Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:01:15 -0800, "nom=de=plume"
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This isn't some 3rd World
country.

Have you ever been to the big bend of Florida *;-)

Just kidding Ohara, but it may be a little "rustic" for a California
girl.

Never, but I'm pretty used to rednecks if that's what's around.

The South is a bit different than the west. There is a subtle
difference in the type of innovation, lifestyle and a whole lot of "we
don't care what you think". I am very much at home here but it drives
a lot of people from the rest of the country crazy.

The metaphor would be the difference between tangling with a grizzly
bear and wrasslin an alligator.
In both cases you are talking about an apex predator but the bear is a
sentient mammal you might be able to reason with, the gator is 400
pounds of *prehistoric muscle and teeth that just wants to eat you.
Toss in the biggest snakes, bugs and lizards in the country and you
get a tough bunch of people who choose to live here. Don't confuse
this with the east coast that Harry likes or Orlando. That is just
where the transplanted New Yorkers go.
Much like the Seminoles 100 years ago, the real Floridians have been
pushed back into the swamps by northerners but their time is running
out.

Dang, thats quite a compliment to us crackers.
Nom, yeah, it is SORTA rednecky here. Disrespectin the Stars 'n
Bars'll gitcha in a heapa trouble. In spite of running out of places
to grow oysters, the oyster shuckers never run out of oysters cuz the
oysters is smarter than they are.
As far as spilling a bit of grease goes, the last place that hauled my
boat did it with a travel liftthat used a beer keg as a reservoir for
hydraulic fluid and an old garbage can to catch what was dripping offa
it. They built berms of sand on the ground to catch what spilled
over.
The shrimp boat across the river has a 4' X 8' piece of plywood nailed
across a huge hole and it has been going to sea like that since
Katrina. It has old truck axles welded to make an anchor.
Dog Island is an anarchist paradise where it is considered bad manners
to pay attention to what goes on at the grass airstrip. The only dump
truck on the island has an old evinrude motor gas tank with a squeeze
bulb instead of a fuel pump. Very few vehicles can be identified as
to their original make. When rust overcomes one, they just allow the
vines to grow over em and the drifting sand does the rest.
You Yankees think you got us on the run but we have a plan. I have
invented the ultimate weapon of mass destruction against Yankees, a
bug that eats freon in air conditioners.