Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival...

Had I not been trying to arrive in Port Saint Lucie in less than Mapquest's prescribed 8-hour drive time, I might have stopped for pictures of The World's Largest Peanut, Agrirama, or even one of Cafe Risque's "We Bare All" billboards. I'd rather show off one of the many souvenir displays inside a lonely filling station somewhere along I-75. This shop was close enough to the state line that it sold both Georgia and Florida shot glasses. As many times as I've made the Southbound sojourn to the Sunshine state, I am still always impressed by the shear number of souvenir shops, and by the variety from shop-to-shop. Generally, Florida t-shirts are advertised at "3 for 10 dollars." Surprisingly, this isn't just a racket controlled by a single screen-printer. It seems that everyone, from shell-statue crafters to alligator head shellac'ers, has their hands in the lucrative business of selling a piece of Florida's soul.