He was the most hated man in North Florida.

What could stop us is a series of unremitting hurricanes and natural disasters. But that's unlikely to happen.

Since the end of World War II, Florida attracted streams of retirees. Transplants. Immigrants. All wanting a part of the Florida dream.

Indian River oranges and Ruskin tomatoes, as much as the beach and the postcard, helped shape Florida's image as a winter paradise and bountiful dream state.

It's not going to be as interesting a place. And, for the life of me, I don't know what to do.

The things that used to unite us now divide us.