“Therefore, let it be resolved that the City of Cypress Knee welcomes one and all to celebrate the commemoration of our one hundred and sixty-seventh anniversary during Founder’s Day Weekend.” Adelaide Spruce, chair of the city council, set the proclamation aside and then looked toward the other five present members of the board. “Do I…
Jumper was among sixteen Florida alligators that Dean Gallant snared for Naughty Nico’s back in the late ‘90s for Rutledge Silloway. Gallant, a raging alcoholic and rumored kiddie-diddler, could slither like a moccasin through even the most seemingly unnavigable patches of Cypress Swamp.
In the purple November twilight, the abomination rising on the east side of Interstate 95 looked to Jim Larman more like the familiar silhouette of his youth: a great sombrero atop the 200-foot tower of the roadside attraction formerly known as Nico’s Natural Wonderland. But then, inevitably, the rosy pink neon and spotlights switched on,…
I didn’t punch Shaun Bradley for using me to manipulate Randy. But I did write an angry letter. Angry for me, at least. I was polite, but firm, explaining that I didn’t appreciate how the process had worked. Toward the end, though, I dropped the gauntlet: “I’m left with the clear indication that I don’t…
