Tamiani Trail Synchonicity
I cashed in the last of my Triple B bonds
Bought a double-wide on the Tamiani Trail
I parked it right outside the reservation
Fifteen minutes from the Collier County Jail
And the SEC is far behind
Down in the swamp with the gators and flamingos
A long way from Liechtenstein
I’m a junk bond king playing Seminole Bingo
Well, the SEC is far behind
Down in the swamp with the gators and flamingos
A long way from Liechtenstein
I’m a junk bond king playing Seminole BingoSeminole Bingo — Warren Zevon
I was listening to this song while reading this.
You don’t off have a synchronistic experience involving the Tamiani Trail. And after reading the post, and listening to the song, I can almost feel the swamp surrounding me as I wade through the primeval much searching for my lost dabber, absorbing the desperate failure in the eyes of the bingo zombies and other refugees and outcasts from the Great Society.
I’ve been on that drive – from Naples to Miami. My wife and I did it a few years ago.
My grandparents moved to Florida in 1972 so I’ve been going down there for the obligitory visits ever since. There used to be aligator wrestling stands along US1 in Fort Lauderdale – now there are just malls and gated communities.
That drive along the Tamiani Trail really reminded me of what Florida has lost over the last few decades.
david parmet
March 19 2005 at 20:54
My grandparents moved to Florida in 1972 so I’ve been going down there for the obligitory visits ever since. There used to be aligator wrestling stands along US1 in Fort Lauderdale – now there are just malls and gated communities. That drive along the Tamiani Trail really reminded me of what Florida has lost over the last few decades.
david parmet
March 19 2005 at 20:54