Howard Troxler's final column
My last column. Best wishes, y'all.
There is no other Florida in the world.
Now, right off the bat, you should know that sentence is stolen. Borrowed, at least.
It comes from Marjory Stoneman Douglas' 1947 book about the Everglades, River of Grass.
"There are no other Everglades in the world," she began. It's one of the most famous sentences ever written about our state.
But surely we can make the same bold claim about the whole shebang — Pensacola to Key West, Jacksonville to Naples, Miami to Yeehaw Junction.
No other Florida in the world. No place nearly like it. Not where you can toast the flash of sunset at Mallory Square, and gawk at the castles along Palm Beach, and feel unstylish on South Beach, and see where Mickey Mouse lives, and visit the Oldest This-and-That in the New World, and follow Ponce de Leon's quest for the Fountain of Youth, and swim in crystal spring waters with manatees, and stand where humanity first reached to the stars.