Post by POINT on Nov 27, 2008 21:29:07 GMT -5
IF AND WHEN I DIE
[/b]WON'T YOU BURY ME ALONE, BECAUSE I'LL NEVER
GET TO HEAVEN WHEN I'M SINGING THIS SONG.
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FIFTY YEARS AGO, ARTMAN ISLAND WAS A PLACE JUST OFF of the shores of Florida, A tiny speck of land for the small population to feel at peace, just close enough to the mainland to boat to the grocery store or school, just far enough for people to give you a questioning look when you stated your address. As the sixties came around and more people were interested in finding their revolution, more people moved to the island with their music and arts and culture.
WELCOME TO THE NEW MILLENNIUM. IN AN AGE WHERE uncool is cool, the wealthy have found their way into the strangest parts of society, set up shop (and built million dollar homes) in the once poor areas rich with art. The 'bohemian' life is in, but when you add in air conditioning and a five-star hotel, how underground can an island be? Because, circa 2004, Artman Island is home to not only a slew of mansions on the shore, but now the ARTMAN RESORT.
SO THERE YOU HAVE IT. THE LOCALS CAN'T STAND THE RICH newcomers and their skidos on the water, their red convertibles. The Rich can't stand the 'hippies.' Neither want people vacationing on their island. Once a sanctuary, now a hot spot for march breaking teens and off-duty celebrities, has the island changed for the better at all?
POINT/COUNTERPOINT.