There's money here. Lots of it. Yesterday I accidentally discovered where the rich people live. There must have been five miles of mansions along the beach near Jacksonville, one right after the other. Dozens and dozens and dozens of them, lining one long road. Half had ocean views; I don't know how the poor saps on the other side of the road can live with their envy. Maybe they join The Surf Club or The Racquet Club or The Golf Club (and that was one elegant golf course, I'm telling you!).
All of them looked new, but strangely similar, like a subdivision. Almost all had an over-the-top central entryway, with gigantic wings on either side and enough room to house several families. Many were fake-Spanish, or fake-Southern plantation house.
This little item goes for $5 million:
I'm wondering where all that money comes from, and I'm guessing it's not the local economy. Maybe this is where the folks with "cottages" in Bar Harbor go in the winter,
Perhaps these folks feel an obligation to carry on in the fine show-off tradition of Henry Flagler, the oil magnate who got the tourist economy going back in the 1890s with his fabulous getaway hotel.
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