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Hibiscus. Sanibel Island, Florida. by Paul Goldfinger ©. left click

Hibiscus. Sanibel Island, Florida. by Paul Goldfinger ©. 2013. Silver gelatin print. click to enlarge.

CAT POWER:   from the “Covers Album”

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Ft. Myers, Florida, McGregor Blvd, near K-Mart. Paul Goldfinger ©

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor at Blogfinger.net

I was driving by K-Mart in Ft. Myers when I saw a camel by the side of the road. So I parked my car and walked a mile to see him.  He was snacking on some grass when I strolled over to take his picture.  I asked him, “What’s going on?”

He said, “I hear they’re having a sale on lawn furniture.”

“Do you live here? “ I asked.

“I come down from Jersey in the winter.  We travel in a long caravan on 95. We pack spices, silks, and belly dancers.”

“Where are you from?”  the camel asked.

“Ocean Grove, New Jersey” I said.

“Oh” said the camel. “Do you know Jack Bredin?”

Then he said that he was going to a costume party and didn’t know what to wear.  I said, “Go as a camel.”

He said, “I did that last year, but a guy in a camel costume won the prize.”*

I asked the camel if he liked walking in the desert. He said that it’s fine because he has 3 eyelids to protect him from sand.

But he wasn’t done chatting.  He said, “The blue whale’s tongue is heavier than a fully grown elephant.”


The Tigoo  PG photo

“No kidding,” I said.  Then I spotted the tiger.

It seems a mini-zoo had set up camp by the side of the road.  A little boy about three was looking at the tiger.  He said to his mom, “Mommy, can I play with the tigoo?”

Mom said “no.”

It’s up-tight mothers like that who cause childhood neuroses.

I went back to the car, avoiding the pony rides, because the sign said that ponies bite.

—Paul Goldfinger

* A Woody Allen joke from his standup days.”


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By Paul Goldfinger, 2013 ©

By Paul Goldfinger, 2013 ©


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Bunche Beach

Fort Myers, Fla By Paul Goldfinger 2013



“Open Season”   (It’s all in your mind)  by the High Highs–from the film Pitch Perfect:

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Tropicana lights. A "cottage" in this 500 unit mobile home park. Ft.Myers, Florida. 2012. Paul Goldfinger photo. ©

Tropicana lights. A “cottage” in this 500 unit mobile home park. Ft.Myers, Florida. ©

A yellow bird on Camelia Drive in Tropicana Park. All photos by Paul Goldfinger, New Jersey escapee. ©

A yellow bird on Camelia Drive in Tropicana Park. All photos by Paul Goldfinger, New Jersey escapee. ©  Re-post from 2015


By Paul Goldfinger,  Editor@Blogfinger.net:   Recently  (August, 2019)   we have had quite a few hits on this 2015 post; I guess it’s the time when folks think about getting away to Florida in the winter.

Where do the butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker go to get a warm winter retirement?   It’s a Florida gulf coast mobile home park —in this case in the southwest part of the state.

But don’t ever refer to one of those parks as a “trailer park.” Down here, these modest dwellings, grouped together in villages of up to 500 units or more, are called “manufactured homes.” They are not RV’s and they have no wheels. They are basically metal cans, but they sit permanently on cinder block foundations with crawl spaces underneath, and many of them have survived since the 1970’s and even earlier.

There is a great deal of individuality in these “cottages,” and they are often  lovely to see and very practical. The larger ones are double-wides.  Inside, some of them look like trendy condos, but most are ordinary looking 2 bedroom, 2 bath units with dining rooms and screened in lanais. Most of the cars are Fords, Chevy’s or Toyotas, but an occasional BMW or Corvette can be seen parked in the carport.

Sweet cottage. Tropicana.

Sweet cottage. Tropicana.


Camelia Drive. Tropicana. Water is never far away.

Camelia Drive. Tropicana. Water is never far away, nor is a gin and tonic..

If you visit one of these places, like our prototype Tropicana Park in Fort Myers, you will be surprised because the park looks like a neighborhood from the ’50’s, with cute little houses on winding streets framed by flowery landscaping and palm trees.   You will not find derelict cars on blocks, junk yard dogs, or tattoos on anybody. Tropicana is neat as a pin, and you don’t see a scrap of paper on the ground.   The sign at the entrance says, “Resident Owned,” and that is a trend down here where those who invest become part of a co-op and are landowners.

Shortstop. Tropicana.

Shortstop. Tropicana.

All the roads are scenic.

All the roads are scenic.

Peeking into a backyard . Tropicana.

Peeking into a Tropicana backyard .

The people are mostly over 55 snowbirds, although about 10% live there year-round. Many of them are from the mid-west or Canada. Jersey plates are rare. They come straight down Route 75 and have no interest in the east coast where you find the Jersey and New York crowd who stay in Fort Lauderdale, Palm Beach, Boca and Miami. These Tropicana people are often retirees, farmers, policemen or government bureaucrats.

Hot Dog Day at Tropicana. Paul Goldfinger photo.

Hot Dog Day at Tropicana. Paul Goldfinger photo.


You almost never see anyone smoking.   They love socializing with like-minded folks who enjoy shuffle board, card games, exercise in the two pools. or events at the Clubhouse. They might have Hot Dog Day, a Valentine’s dance, or a spaghetti dinner—never anything fancy.

Tropicana is full for the winter season with renters and owners. The weather is usually magnificent, and the sun shines just as bright as over the areas nearby which are replete with wealthy gated communities. But, in Tropicana, modesty and low cost are the rule and are braggable findings.

The community is quiet, and in the evenings you see residents walking together, chatting softly, or casually riding two and three wheelers up and down the streets. Some are sitting by the pool as the sun goes down over the Gulf. Cars may not park on the streets, and the dogs can’t be bigger than your head.  The speed limit is 15 mph.

Tropicana sunset

Tropicana sunset

Some interiors are quite special. Tropicana.

Some interiors are quite special. Tropicana.

In 10 minutes you can be on the Causeway into Sanibel Island, a famous and expensive resort with a lush beaches, tree-lined bike paths, and a store that features Rolex watches and diamond bracelets.

Tropicana is also not far from Naples, Bonita Springs and Sarasota, places where you can hear symphonies, visit museums, eat at French restaurants, shop at Tommy Bahama and chat with some swells.

But the people of Tropicana prefer the $14.95 Tuesday night lobster special at Buster’s  Sports Bar about a  1/4 mile away. So, if you think that you can’t be a snowbird someday, take a trip south and visit one of these remarkable and affordable places. It’s amazing how inexpensive they are.

Plan to escape the Grove if you can next year.

—-Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger.net



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Fort Myers, Florida. By Paul Goldfinger © 2014

Fort Myers, Florida. By Paul Goldfinger © 2014. Click to enlarge


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Fort Myers, Florida. By Paul Goldfinger. ©

Fort Myers, Florida. 2013.  By Paul Goldfinger. ©

From the off-Broadway show (1966) Dames at Sea:  “It’s Raining in my Heart.”  (live performance);  Last posted in 2017.

“Where’s my umbrella and where’s my guy?

I need that fella to keep me dry

It won’t help if the sunshine should start

“Cause it’s raining in my heart”


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Sea Shell Mannequin by Pamela Dawn.  Paul Goldfinger photo.

At the Lakes Park Farmers Market in Florida, we met someone who has an unusual craft: she makes mannequins with sea shells. Pamela Dawn created this full-figured (albeit headless) decorative woman. She sold one and has others on order. They cost $250.00  (2012 price).

SOUNDTRACK:  This feature reminded me (PG) of another “doll” that’s not real:  Can you guess? It’s the Mills Brothers.

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Food trucks arrive. Channel District. Tampa, Florida. By Paul Goldfinger, 2012

Food trucks arrive. Channel District. Tampa, Florida. By Paul Goldfinger, 2012


By Paul Goldfinger, MD, FACC

Some of you may recall this post from January, but I had nothing medical to say about the subject of dietary fats.  However, a recent study about egg consumption raises some important issues.

The egg question has bounced around for some time, and the scientific information has been scrambled.  Some of the data is soft boiled, but a recent trial of thousands of patients requires that we re-visit eggs (known to the French as oeufs) as a subject of discussion.  Scroll down to find our latest oeufs post.  Or click on this link:

Eggs: good or bad on BF

I might add, regarding foie gras, it is pure liver, usually duck or goose, and it is loaded with saturated fat.  Yet it is a delicacy, so it’s best to eat no more than 2 ounces at any one time.  We went to a restaurant in France where the menu scared me.  Everything there contained foie gras. But, if you have never tried it, it is almost addictive, and you need to pay attention because what do I look like?  Chopped liver perhaps?

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Chopped liver? Boardwalk Pavilion April 4, 2019.


CAMILLE.  A French singer of Parisian street songs recorded “Le Festin”  (tr: the feast) for the Disney film “Ratatouille”

Here is a partial translation:

“Dreams are to lovers as wine is to friends

Carried through lifetimes, (and) spilled now and then

I am driven by hunger, so saddened to be

Thieving in darkness; I know you’re not pleased

But nothing worth eating is free”

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Gasparilla Island, Fla. Feb. 2014. By Paul Goldfinger ©


GENERATIONALS.     From the HBO Series Girls—–“Yours Forever.”

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