Cat Stevens was one of just a few artists back in the day who helped me navigate while cruising roads and cruising feelings and thoughts as a 16-17-18 year old. Those rides in my car helped or confused me more about life and how I fit into it. As a son who harried his father and now a father harrying his son, this song has always resonated with me. With Father's Day on Sunday, call your Dad if you still have one. If you don't have one anymore think good thoughts. Age has given me the wisdom to know we were all simply trying to do the best we could. There is no manual for parenting.
About ten miles or so north of Bedlam is a place called Safety Harbor. Its the place that has the 300-500 year old oak that the city tried to kill I featured a couple weeks ago on BFE . They have a pretty nice park that has some interesting history, too. Count Philippe landed here and introduced the pineapple and cigar making to the Tampa Bay area. Today, however, I want to mention something else about this area, besides the really nice scenery. Phillipe Park was also the home of the Tocobaga Indians. The Tocobaga occupied the Tampa Bay area from around 600 A.D. to the 1600's. This is a fairly common view of old stately moss-laden oaks down here. This shot was taken atop the only Tocobaga Indian mound in the area. This exact spot is home not only to the Tocobaga until they died out, but then to Count Phillipi who settled the area after the Tocobaga died out. The place is full of oak and ...
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