A gunfight on Collins Avenue in South Beach reminds me yet again why I decided to leave Florida. Paradise does not consist of sun or surf, and no amount of good climate can compensate for bad people. The Florida of my youth, like many other wonders in my life, are but memories now -- I recall them fondly, but they no longer exist. Fortunately, I found a new paradise and am etching new memories in a place where the weather may be colder, but the people are far warmer. That makes all the difference.
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