No indication, as far as I could tell, whether the traffickers were actually from Florida.
Not exactly Manna from Heaven, but...
Hunter Biden taking parachuting lessons again?
Back in the 80s it was not all that uncommon for bails of pot to wash up on the beach here (opposite end of the state than this story)
It was affectionately known as “seabo”
If you were johnny on the spot you could knick some of it before the authorities found out.
That’s what I heard anyway. 😏
Sounds like something Barry Seal of Iran-Contra/Mena Arkansas infamy would have done.
Myself and a bunch of other GIs were minding our own business, drinking at a bonfire outside of Homestead, back in the mid-80s. All of a sudden we got lit up from the other side of a canal, and cops are yelling at us not to move. I guess they’d interrupted a drop, and had people running on the ground. They were trying to figure out how to get on our side of the canal, so I told them. They’d have had to go drive about a mile, so I guess they figured it wasn’t worth it.
I knew I shouldn’t have moved...
The meeting lasted for days.
Not so! It also drops in Mena, Arkansas.
well, i’ve seen pot float up on the beach...
Well, I was workin' on my farm 'bout 1982
Pullin' up some corn and a little carrot, too
When two low-flying airplanes, 'bout a hundred feet high
Dropped a bunch o' bales o' somethin', some hit me in the eye...
So I cut a bale open, and man was I surprised
Bunch o' large sized baggies, with big white rocks inside
So I took a little sample to my crazy brother Joe
He sniffed it up and kicked his heels, said, "Horton, that's some blow!"
Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' planes
I don't know who done dropped 'em but I thank 'em just the same
Bales of cocaine, fallin' like the pouring rain
My life changed completely by the low-flyin' plane
So I loaded up them bales in my pick-em-up truck
Headed west for Dallas, where I would try my luck
I didn't have a notion if I could sell 'em there
But, thirty minutes later, I was a millionaire ...
Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' planes
I don't know who done dropped 'em but I thank 'em just the same
Bales of cocaine, fallin' like the pouring rain
My life changed completely by the low-flyin' plane
And now I am a rich man, but I'm still a farmer, too
But I sold my farm in Texas, bought a farm down in Peru
And when get so homesick, I think I'm goin' insane
I travel back to Texas in a low-flyin' plane ...
Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' planes
I don't know who done dropped 'em but I thank 'em just the same
Bales of cocaine, fallin' like the pouring rain
My life changed completely by the low-flyin' plane
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N07h88o3Dc4
Here’s a similar story put to music by Reverend Horton Heat -
https://youtu.be/z7eD2PFBhlE
>>Not exactly Manna from Heaven, but...<<
That year, Miami had 604 homicides: Many of whom were never identified.
Occasionally we get bales of cocaine washed up on the beach of Corpus Christi or Galveston.