WORSE THAN I CAN SAY
Second, I officially announce the relocation of this post and its author. The time I have spent in exile in South Florida has been some of the very most miserable of my entire life. I happily leave behind this Blasted Land in the Spring of this year.
In the wake of the destruction of the wonderful city of New Orleans by that horrible hurricane, my excelllent friend, D, in Fort Lauderdale, generously opened his heart and home to me and my late husband (Leslie) to stay with him. To D, I am eternally grateful. He truly saved my life.
Unfortunately, nothing and no-one could save my Dear Leslie's life. He died of Depression on June 1, 2006.
But that is not the issue here. Of all the places I have resided in my lifetime so far, Broward County has been unarguably the very worst.
First of all, it is far too crowded and yet has none of the advantages of other Metropolitan areas I have seen. Even my friend, D, wonders why he ever moved here.
Second, the people here are the most base and shallow I have ever encountered. It is truly a redneck wasteland.
Third, it is so underdeveloped it really is like a Third World Country. Not because of the ethnicity of its people, but because there are no sewers or streetlights in much of Broward County.
While it is a fact that they are berginning to build sewers, I have seen no progress on the streetlights, even though there have been televised news reports about how Florida Power and Light has been charging several South Florida towns for streetlights that do not, in fact, exist.
Fourth, general services are virtually non-existant. Just try to get your laundry done if you do not own a washer and dryer. And bus service? Think again!
I won't even go into property taxes and the lack of affordable Homeowner's Insurance. And in a place plagued by hurricanes and tornadoes, no less.
Perhaps worst of all is the incessant heat. People in South Florida tend to be that ultra-stupid breed that are so dead inside that they wouldn't feel the heat even if you set their buttocks on fire, therefore they love it here. To anyone else this place is a freakish hell-zone that burns to death anything or anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped here long enough.
Which brings me to my Happy Point, which is that in April or May of this year I shall be permanently relocated to my hometown of Buffalo, New York. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
While life in Florida has been worse than I can say, I am renewed and resurrected by my impending exodus there from. I am truly escaping a fate worse than death and look forward to re-acquainting myself with my Queen City.
Prospero Ano Y Felicidad!