The place was spankin' new, then, and the first place I ever saw forklift stacked boatdocks.
I doubt those barns survived Andrew, twelve years later, and I can only imagine what the place looks like today.
I doubted I wanted to stop by and ruin my memories of what I think I remember about the place now, more than 40 years later.
Now, after Zero has left his taint there, I know I won't want to go back.
The man soils the ground he walks on.
There’s a video in post #14, if interested.