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Let me begin by stressing one important point: I am not the father of Anna Nicole Smith’s lovechild.
One of the things that keeps me living here is the electricity, the throbbing vibe of the community. How many places in this country can you walk down the street and be virtually certain you’ll hear English, Spanish, Creole, French and probably Portuguese? With a good chance you may also pick up some German and Swedish and who knows what else? South Florida draws celebs and movie stars, athletes and artists. We get Super Bowls and King Tut and even a Dead Sea Scroll. Why not a good headline now and then too? With the constant flow of people and money and major events, newsmaking seems inevitable.
So now it’s poor Anna Nicole. I wasn’t that surprised to learn that it happened in my own backyard. Of course, no one in Broward is in any way responsible for the tragic death. It just happened to have happened. Here. I live within a mile of the Broward Courthouse that has drawn the attention of reporters and paparazzi from everywhere. Hordes of media are camped outside, with cameras and tape recorders and notebooks pushing and shoving for position. But I don’t really mind it. When you live around Fort Lauderdale, a little wackiness just comes with the territory from time to time. At least the helicopters and cameras get to see our sunny skies. Ya just gotta smile.
One of the things that keeps me living here is the electricity, the throbbing vibe of the community. How many places in this country can you walk down the street and be virtually certain you’ll hear English, Spanish, Creole, French and probably Portuguese? With a good chance you may also pick up some German and Swedish and who knows what else? South Florida draws celebs and movie stars, athletes and artists. We get Super Bowls and King Tut and even a Dead Sea Scroll. Why not a good headline now and then too? With the constant flow of people and money and major events, newsmaking seems inevitable.
So now it’s poor Anna Nicole. I wasn’t that surprised to learn that it happened in my own backyard. Of course, no one in Broward is in any way responsible for the tragic death. It just happened to have happened. Here. I live within a mile of the Broward Courthouse that has drawn the attention of reporters and paparazzi from everywhere. Hordes of media are camped outside, with cameras and tape recorders and notebooks pushing and shoving for position. But I don’t really mind it. When you live around Fort Lauderdale, a little wackiness just comes with the territory from time to time. At least the helicopters and cameras get to see our sunny skies. Ya just gotta smile.
posted by LauderBLOGGER at 11:37 AM
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