Browsing: Everglades City Life & History

The story came up the way it usually comes up, which is sideways and without invitation. I was sitting on the waterfront eating stone crab at a table that

There is a lot on Camellia Street where a house used to be. I know this because the woman who sold me a cup of coffee at a place that does not have a sign

The Waterline Is Still on the Wall The mark is at chest height on the eastern wall of a building off Camellia Street, a pale stain where the floodwater sat

The waterline is still visible on the wall of the building on Copeland Avenue if you know where to look. Not marked, not commemorated, just there, a faint

The house on the south end had been empty since Irma. I had watched it from the road for years, the way you watch a wound that isn’t healing: noting the pr

A fishing guide told me about it the way you’d tell someone about a road that got rerouted: as a fact of local geography that changed the way things worked

The road narrows south of the Tamiami Trail and the mangrove comes in close on both sides, and at a certain point on a Thursday morning in October the sign

The traps go out before first light, which means the boats go out before first light, which means if you are standing on the waterfront at five-thirty in t

The waterline mark on the outside wall of the Rod and Gun Club is at roughly chest height, depending on how tall you are, and it requires no caption once y

The stone crab claw arrived without ceremony. No slate board, no ramekin of aioli with a microherb on top, no explanation of provenance or season or the na