After I was all done with this post last night we finally did receive our much needed rainfall.
You see, we were beginning to think we were the red-headed stepchild of the rest of Charlotte County Florida.
And so now the games begin, the rainy season in all its glory has officially begun here in the unincorporated non-city across the river from the true city River City AKA Punta Gorda, got that?
And yep, I suppose we are chopped liver since we rarely get our recognition or due in the publicity wars of known ability to the masses. When asked where Port Charlotte is I either say between Sarasota and Ft. Myers, or next door to Punta Gorda, and then people say, oh alright.
It appears that we are the forgotten ones when it comes to the fame of the area; sure we have the Charlotte County Sandcrabs that are our local baseball team that play at our stadium, across from our county fairgrounds, north of our home, down Route 776 going west, which is in the realm of Port Charlotte a non-city. And oh yes I nearly forgot we do have the one true indoor mall at Murdock Circle and it is one of those Simon Malls, called The Town Center Mall; what a misnomer geographically incorrect when we are neither a town or the center of one! Englewood, Lemon Bay, which are west and north of us and others that are east and south of us in other areas in our county are considered non-incorporated and so we are of the moniker of non-cities…After nearly twenty-five years, this August 19th, I still don’t understand any of that!
We do not have a mayor, but Punta Gorda does but it is also governed by a council, where they might take turns being the mayor if they care to, I think? Although the one they have currently seems to commit quite a bit of controversy on occasion with his own neighbor wars making the local news and papers. I guess he is not my problem since I don’t live there, huh?
Although, for a short time of four years we did live in the fancy-pants city of Punta Gorda were we rented while waiting for our east coast home to sell. I still did not get it while we were a few of those city dwellers. This December we have been in this particular home thirteen years in Port Charlotte a what, non-city seems so wrong, but it is out third home that we owned in Florida, don’t forget we lived in Ormond Beach for nearly nine years and we owned two homes there and our restaurant too.
We do vote in all elections, but being northerners a bit longer we still have that mentality I suspect. There were villages, towns and cities, usually determined by populations.
We were never city dwellers, we were suburban dwellers but lived in towns with not very large populations and even one very tiny village of only a three hundred population called Bamber Lake where we actually did move from to come down to Florida back in that summer of 1986, here those same size ‘towns’ are considered cities here, how odd.
People think of New Jersey as mostly one city after another.
Why Hubby’s town that he grew up in had less than ten thousand people and still does to this day, Oradell. And my first home of Paramus that I remember was very large compared to his with twenty-five thousand I do believe, but when I moved to Emerson it was less than ten thousand too and think still is!
Even when we moved down the shore, first to Lakewood it was a big town to us I think its population was probably double of Paramus’s.
But our last stop as I said Bamber Lake was really only three hundred but part of Lacey Township which consisted of Forked River as well as Lanoka Harbor and in total I think was about twenty-five thousand but I am sure grown quite a bit since it had plenty of room to that being in the notorious Pine Barrens of New Jersey!
Oh why we were in the Pine Barrens, notorious, well first of all because of the Jersey Devil and then of course due to the so-called bodies being dumped all over them by, dare I say; THE MOB?
Yes, that was the mystique of our area, and yes there were bodies found periodically, but we never found any ourselves. But according to the news we were told that it was the bad killing the bad and so sympathy was not very common with those true stories every once in while on our nightly news that we got from New York or Philadelphia since when we lived there we were pretty much in the middle of both.
Just right, but don’t get me wrong we love Florida warts and all…we wouldn’t have stayed permanently all these years if we didn’t.
Heat, hurricanes, far from cultural centers,not including our arts center that are here on a smaller scale, of course, but its ours and our little piece of paradise or heaven, can’t beat our waterways, sunsets, sports, beaches and you name it we live where most envy and chose to go when they vacation!
On that thought of happiness of choices let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count your blessings and ask you to share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
And thanks for reading, OK?
Speaking My Mind is about: Tobi, who is a middle aged, no, oh all right a slightly over the hill woman with all the imperfections that go with that, and this concerns her daily life's perceptions and experiences.
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