Listen, I know I left it around here somewhere

I lived in Tallahassee for three or four years in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Just dropped in for a day or two in hot pursuit of my lost youth.

Wandering around aimlessly it occurred to me that, like many cities, Tallahassee tends to show itself in most, um, quirky light after dark.

Went to a legislative reception on the 22nd floor of the state Capitol building. Watched the sun set and the city light up. No sign of lost youth up here.

For some reason they seem to think FSU’s football stadium is God’s own heaven. Thank God we don’t commit that cardinal sin in GNV.

Shades of Imperial Rome. No wonder our Guv has a Caesar Salad Complex.

In politics, as in business and cattle ranching, branding is everything.

Four Corners offers a fascinating look at a darker past.

Harkening back to a time when Black and White was deemed separate and unequal.

It took me a while to figure out that “Diversity Taxes” really isn’t a thing. Legislators don’t like diversity, but they’re not taxing us for it…yet.

A boarded-up, graffiti covered derelict just one block from our shining Capitol On The Hill tells us more than we might like to admit about the state of society today.

Sorry, I got nothing. I just like to jam images together with no rhyme or reason.

College Town is Tallahassee’s new “downtown.”

It is nestled between FSU and FAMU and built on the bones of an old warehouse/industrial complex.

These days it’s mostly high-rise student apartments and ground level retail, restaurants and watering holes.

But the bones of its industrial history still poke through here and there.

Like GNV, Tallahassee is all busted out in glorious murals.

All I’m gonna say is that Railroad Square is a happening place.

Looked around. Left. Youth still lost. Oh Tallahassee!

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