The view from the office is a little different this week. We're working in St. Petersburg, Florida on the Deepwater Horizon spill, and the sun sets every evening over the Gulf of Mexico. Florida is hot, dirty, humid, and flat. There doesn't seem to be much reason for its existence until you see its beaches. I'm not much of a beach guy, but who can resist the crash of the wave, the salty breeze, and the cry of the gull? As for the Deepwater Horizon, please don't tell anyone that Rural Ways is a dirt forester.
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