What could stop us is a series of unremitting hurricanes and natural disasters. But that's unlikely to happen.

The things that used to unite us now divide us.

Since the end of World War II, Florida attracted streams of retirees. Transplants. Immigrants. All wanting a part of the Florida dream.

Indian River oranges and Ruskin tomatoes, as much as the beach and the postcard, helped shape Florida's image as a winter paradise and bountiful dream state.

It's not going to be as interesting a place. And, for the life of me, I don't know what to do.

He was the most hated man in North Florida.