Crazy About Crackers
My husband Don and I used to go to an ancient saloon in Sweetwater with a sawdust-covered, beer-washed floor, where a live band played country western music while we nibbled on frog legs – deep fried in sizzling peanut oil – and in between sets, listened to recordings of Eddie Arnold.
Of course, you didn’t just pick up and drive to the western boundaries of Miami known today as Little Managua where, incidentally, some of the Munchkins from The Wizard of Oz joined a resident colony of Russian circus dwarves. You had to blend in with the truck farmers and cattle hands and airboat guides who lived on the edge of the sawgrass.
Read the entire article in the November 2010 issue