THE BEAT GOES ON
Many moons ago, the entire southern half of the Floridian peninsula was just one big swamp. The Everglades encompassed everything from Lake Okeechobee south. Then, the real estate developers moved in with bulldozers and cement trucks.
THE BEAT GOES ON
Bury My Heart At Vera Beach
Many moons ago, the entire southern half of the Floridian peninsula was just one big swamp. The Everglades encompassed everything from Lake Okeechobee south. Then, the real estate developers moved in with bulldozers and cement trucks. With the help of the US Army Corps of Engineers, they started paving their way north from the beachhead they established in Miami. Before you could even say “Ecology,” they were past Pompano and heading for Daytona.
While all this was going on, Houdini, an American crocodile, wallowed in his swamphole west of Vero Beach, just minding his own business. Happy. Peaceful. Content. His swamp was full of food and Houdini happily, peacefully, and contentedly feasted on anything that was smaller than he was.
Houdini was twelve feet long. He weighed over six hundred pounds. He never worried about what the white men were up to, either. He stayed out of their way and, needless to say, they stayed out of his.