David Theiss

I haven’t blogged in a good long while.  Every now and again you get a stretch where nothing warrants putting fingers to keys.  So, in preparation for one of these times happening again, I’ve created my own little series.  So now, every time I don’t have anything to say, I’ll have a go-to topic to just pull out and write about that, if nothing else, will at least satisfy me.  And places I want to visit is a list that will never, ever end.

The first entry is The Flora-Bama Lounge and Package.  As far as I can tell, this place feels as if it was built exclusively for me.  Once dubbed “America’s Last Great Roadhouse” it sits on the Florida coast, two hours east of the Alabama boarder and plays host to every wanderer, traveler, and beach bum that  ha spassed  through since 1964.  However these days, as evidenced by people like me knowing it by name, I’m sure its become something of a popular stop.

You can read more about it on the Wikipedia page dedicated to it – about how Hurricane Ivan laid waste to it in 2004 or how Jimmy Buffett basically wrote “Bama Breeze”  about it and places of the like.   But in the great traditions of bucket lists and fanciful life goals, I want desperately to get to the Flora-Bama.

Just to get an idea: