Driving through the Magnificent Fun Capital of the World at Orlando, I used to be struck by the contemplation that Florida should perhaps add to the list a planetary award for human perversity. There is something wondrously upside-down about a state to which people assemble, allegedly because of its local climate as well as normal loveliness, but where most of that beauty has been drained and covered in Rooms to Go’s and Scratch and Dent Worlds, and where the majority of residents feel about air-conditioning the way astronauts feel about spaceships.
