Fort Pierce isn't the end of the world, but you can see it from there.
The people in the newsroom at the Fort Pierce Tribune were lovely (no pun intended) when I worked there and I was grateful for the job and the friendship they offered, but the town is just this side of a shitthole. If it didn't have the beach, the Tiki Hut and a 24-hour Pentagon-sized Wal Mart Supercenter, I'm not sure for those speeding north along I-95 on Florida's east coast that it would be anything more than a speedbump with random gunplay and a nuclear plant on its doorstep.
All I can say is, keep paddling Tribbies.
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