South Florida is an interesting place. It's a place that teaches you to dig deeper than the surface. It definitely changes as you live here longer and really learn about things here.
I guess that can be anywhere that you move to, away from where you grew up. After all, my little pond near the house in Cherry Hill NJ had a car tire sized Snapping Turtle pulled out of it by my neighbor Johnny and I caught snakes bare handed in Mrs Alderfer's Shrub once.
If you do dig, for example here in my back yard, you will hit ground water at around ten feet.
I may be the highest property on my block.
Yes, we all do know our elevation down here.
When you're a tourist driving around town, too slowly in the fast lane and too fast in the slow lane, you will see a lot of really beautiful lakes and rivers. The Canals that drained The Swamps look inviting, but we see a lot of things in those canals that don't really belong.
Like Tourists and their cars from taking that curve just a wee bit too fast.
It's a bit like Hippy Star Trek. Paradise, yes, but it has some very dangerous aspects to it.
Swimming pools are better. It is a rare day we don't have a Rip Tide warning on the beach, but my 32 Foot by 16 Foot pool never has one.
Stay out of the lakes and canals unless you can go very fast.
It's not important that you are faster than the Piranhas, just that you are faster than the next guy.
This next little joke explains it pretty well.
While sports fishing off the Florida coast in Key West, a tourist capsized his boat. He could swim, but his fear of alligators kept him clinging to the overturned craft.
Spotting an old beachcomber walking on the shore, the tourist shouted,
“There wouldn’t by chance be any alligators in these waters?!”“No,” the old man hollered back, “haven’t been any for years!”
Feeling relieved, the tourist started swimming leisurely toward the shore.
About halfway toward shore he asked the old man, “Say, how’d you get rid of the gators, anyway?”
“We didn’t do anything,” the old man said. “The sharks got ’em.”