I’ve been tired of amusement parks since my late teenage years. Back in 2000, I had worked as a camp counselor and for one week, the camp traveled to Virginia’s theme parks. I was riding about ten rollercoasters per day. After that, I was done. I dropped my all-attraction wristband into the garbage, refused the stamp upon exit, and left the world of amusement parks behind me. Read more
My wife, Marissa, is adamant about taking the children to Disney World. The thought slightly unnerves me: heat, lines, chaos, Smart-car-sized teacup rides. Because of this threat to travel with the family to Disney one day, whenever I hear the words Florida and children in the same sentence, I get sick.
In the 1998 Jim Carrey film, The Truman Show—about a psychological experiment that secretly turned one unknowing man’s life into a reality television show—place is paramount to the film. It’s set in a perfect white picket-fence community with everything in walking distance; you really wouldn’t ever want to leave, (unless you discovered a conspiracy to keep you imprisoned for the world’s entertainment, as Truman Burbank does).
Interestingly enough, many people opt to never leave the Truman Show, or at least Seaside, Florida, where the movie was filmed. In South Walton, Seaside is one of the many quaint and beautiful beach communities along 30A—nineteen blissful miles of beach, forest, and rare coastal dune lakes, where red-tinted lakes will merge with emerald gulf waters after a heavy rain. Read more
I had come to South Walton for the rare lakes and the good beer. The plan was to experience them separately. But plans aren’t of much use in a place like South Walton. And liquid travels the path of one who can’t resist, (or something like that).
Some of you may know–especially if you’ve glanced at the sidebar–that this February, Rowman & Littlefield will be publishing my memoir, A World Erased: A Grandson’s Search for His Family’s Holocaust Secrets.