Since moving to this fine state, one thing I have discovered about Florida is the propensity to deep fry everything. Turkeys, Snickers, Twinkies, you name it. Even brownies are deep fried here. But, I have unearthed perhaps the most awesome, amazing, delicious deep fried treat one will ever have the pleasure of tasting: the deep fried Oreo.
I discovered the deep fried Oreo last year at a lovely outdoor festival my town hosts once a year. I tried it, died and went to heaven, and vowed to have one every year during this festival. So here it is, year number 2 at said festival, and the return of the deep fried Oreo. The return of it to my stomach.
I love you, Florida. I really, really do.
Did you know there’s a town in Florida that was home to off-season circus freaks? Gibsonton, FL, just south of Tampa was where carnies would go in the winter. The post office even has a special counter just for the dwarves. In addition to the dwarves, it was also home to the Lobster Boy, the Anatomical Wonder and Percilla the Monkey Girl. There was even a pair of Siamese Twins with a fruit stand.
The city had zoning laws to fit its circus inhabitants: one was allowed to keep elephants and circus trailers on their front lawns. Sadly though, Gibsonton’s last known freak passed away in 2001. Melvin Burkhart, the Human Blockhead, died of a stroke. He hammered nails into his nostrils, yet died of a stroke. Sweet.
If you decide to visit Gibsonton (or “Gibtown”), you won’t find much left. There are still people living there, but they are sadly normal. The town itself doesn’t have much to offer in the way of entertainment, either. The residents have a hard time finding work and staying above the poverty line. However, there is still a huge boot on display in front of what used to be Giants Camp Restaurant. I’m sure you can guess the freak who owned that place. But the boot is falling apart now and not much to look at.
It’s really what Gibsonton used to be that is so amazing. Only in Florida will you find a winter town for circus freaks. And here I was, with no idea that the circus even stopped touring in the winter? Here in the Sunshine State we open our towns up to all the snowbirds, the bluehairs, the people who just want to go somewhere warm in winter. I guess circus freaks are no different.
I think we’ve all learned an important lesson here today.
If you’re a dwarf, you finally have a post office counter you can see over.
Palm Bay, FL is a quiet little town on the East Coast of Florida, located halfway between Jacksonville and Miami. It’s considered a “perfect place to grow”, according to the official city website http://www.palmbayflorida.org. It is a town of small businesses, manufacturing and technology companies and a community college. Overall, an idyllic setting to raise a family.
Palm Bay also apparently has a graffiti problem. Or rather, the graffiti artists in Palm Bay have a problem.
According to the AP:
Police in Florida say a graffiti artist who apparently ran out of paint midway through a spray-painted creation left a note to potential critics to explain the unfinished work.
Palm Bay police Officer Dan Fisher says the artist painted the words “ran out of purple” on the white concrete wall. The note was next to an incomplete bright purple piece that read “Solo.”
That poor, poor artist. Imagine, you’ve been planning your tag all week, maybe all month, and you finally have the perfect location for it. You sneak down to the spot in the middle of the night and begin tagging, so excited you’re finally able to express yourself; only to run out of purple paint. Crushed, you must leave your work unfinished, with only a note to explain your ineptness.
Lesson learned, my friend. Lesson learned.