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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Paradise Lost

We went for a ride yesterday to see what was happening with Bahia Beach. My room mate may get to work there if his arm gets well enough in time. From the looks of it there will be plenty of work.
Bahia Beach used to be a quiet place with a restaurant, motel and a few homes and of course a beach and a long dock. Now they have started building condos in every inch of space that they can. It looks like mass confusion and I can't believe they are building so much there. The name isn't even Bahia Beach any more it is Little Harbor and the only reminder of the old name is one of the street signs with Bahia Beach Blvd. on it.
This is happening all over our area and it saddens me. I had not driven down that way and was shocked to find out the grooves are gone and housing projects are going in all over.
Maybe we should squeeze everyone into one place and leave some of the other land free and wild - I don't know - it just made me sad to see old places changing.


At Thu Mar 02, 07:20:00 AM 2006, Blogger Puffstitch said...

I know, it is sad to see all our green land invaded by stucko and concrete. Even Parrish is quickly changing! It's changing so much that the towns people have put up signs saying "Save Parrish"!
Good to see you and roomie out and about again.

At Fri Mar 03, 08:44:00 AM 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I remember once, as a kid, eating breakfast in that resturant with a big picture window overlooking the beach. Those were slower days when big business had yet to choke out the little lazy towns that dot the Florida landscape. F

At Sun Mar 05, 07:18:00 AM 2006, Blogger susan said...

Paradise lost indeed. We lived in Florida twice, traveling in my husband's job. We would get so tired of all the concrete and fake landscaping that we would try to find the 'country'. We lived in Tampa and would go to Haines City to see my mom through the back roads, through Plant City etc. Then when living in Ft. Lauderdale we rode out through fields of sugar cane. Much more scenic than the asphalt and concrete! When I was 8 or 9 we lived in southern Alabama and would drive down to the beach near Panama City on Saturdays, you could just pull off the road anywhere and go to the beach, NOT anymore! You can't even see the beach from the road for all the condos etc. Too bad all the Yankees etc. found out about Florida!


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