After listening to some Jimmy Buffett on my laptop, and simultaneously bringing up the Wikipedia main page, I saw a hilarious coincidence. It seems 24 years ago today, there was a secession in the United States. The Conch Republic
I lift a salt-rimmed margarita in toast, to those Bermuda short wearin’ patriots.
One man’s freedom fighter is another’s beach bum.
That is so cool. I love how they attacked the Army with water cannons and stale Cuban bread. I’ve vowed to stay out of the South for the rest of my life if I can manage it, but I’ll have to make an exception for the Conch Republic.
And, er, the conch pictured on their website has a striking resemblance to another familiar, uh, animal.
Arizona. I’ve lived in the same town and gone to the same school before (very recently), and there were surely as many people there I didn’t like as here–and as many I did like–but it’s different. The specifics would take up a whole 'nother thread.
No offense to Southerners intended by the “the people” comment. Again, of the Southerners I’ve known just as many were likeable people, but I just don’t jibe with the culture, the dialect, etc. Not my thing, even though the people are as a whole nice enough. I should’ve said “the culture” instead of “the people” in that post, now that I think about it.
My father-in-law lives in the Florida Keys. While visiting us on the west coast, he showed me his “official” passport from the Conch Republic. It certainly looked real and was stamped once by a customs official in a European country while he was traveling. I forget which country.