Snooty the manatee stars at Bradenton stop
It's good to be Snooty. No, we're not talking about an attitude. This Snooty is the oldest manatee in captivity and the star attraction of the South Florida Museum in...
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Summer swing: Bob’s River Place
There's no advertising budget at Bob's River Place. After more than 40 years and multiple generations of fans, the homegrown swimming hole on the Suwannee River, an hour northwest of...
Fellsmere is a trip to Old Florida
I confess that National Day of the Cowboy isn't a big deal around my house, despite the presence of several well-worn pairs of Western boots in my closet. Until a...
Ybor City is a feast for the senses
I no longer pretend that I enjoy smoking cigars, a charade that I perpetrated for a good deal of my life, despite a history of nasal allergies. The aroma of...
Faux history lives in The Villages
More than the largest retirement community in Florida, The Villages also is the nation's fastest-growing metropolitan area, according to Census Bureau figures released in March. Standing in the community's elegantly...
A Weeki Wachee mermaid tale
When considering a mermaid's career, one doesn't tend to ponder the occupational hazards. Afternoon thunderstorms, for instance. During my recent visit, the weather threatened to inject unwelcome reality into the...
Hey, readers: Tell me where to go
Judging from reader emails, my 2003 Ford Mustang might be more popular than I am. The unofficial car of the Postcards From Florida column has received plenty of praise for...
Cars star in West Palm Beach
I have a weakness for classic-car shows, which means I'm likely to stop for anything from a local gathering in a supermarket parking lot to mammoth events such as the...
Gatorama trip recalls old Florida
A few years ago, I pledged to finally make my first visit to Gatorland, the iconic old-school tourist attraction in Orlando. No, it hasn't happened yet. As a native Floridian,...
Historic ride on Fort Gates Ferry in Crescent City
In case you're keeping track, the odometer on my intrepid 2003 Ford Mustang — the unofficial car of the Postcards From Florida column — just turned over 291,000 miles. So...