New Yorkers flooding into South Florida, especially Palm Beach County
The Florida Department of Highway Safety and Motor Vehicles was the state agency that sounded the alarm, reporting that in a seven-month stretch from September through March, at least 33,565 New Yorkers exchanged their driver licenses for Florida ones.
This was 32 percent higher than the same period the previous year.
I don’t think this rises to the level of a state of emergency. But it is bound to put some strain on our already limited supply of acceptable thin-crust pizza reserves.
The Florida DOT reported that the three top destinations of these newly arrived New Yorkers are Palm Beach (14,045), Broward (8,422), and Miami-Dade (8,033) counties.
Some liberal goof asserted that Ron DeSantis resided somewhere on the Asperger’s Spectrum in a recent tweet that I can’t dig up with just a cursory search, but said pinko tweeted that like it was a bad thing. It’s not. It’s a great thing, and we need more GOP pols with that condition’s political manifestation. People with Asperger’s tend to miss social cues and fail to respond as society expects, but many are also focused, driven, and generally amazing in their areas of interest. When you put those qualities together in a right-wing officeholder, that means you have a Conservative Terminator. Conservativing is what he does; it’s all he does.
Some liberal goof asserted that Ron DeSantis resided somewhere on the Asperger’s Spectrum in a recent tweet that I can’t dig up with just a cursory search, but said pinko tweeted that like it was a bad thing. It’s not. It’s a great thing, and we need more GOP pols with that condition’s political manifestation. People with Asperger’s tend to miss social cues and fail to respond as society expects, but many are also focused, driven, and generally amazing in their areas of interest. When you put those qualities together in a right-wing officeholder, that means you have a Conservative Terminator. Conservativing is what he does; it’s all he does.
I Didn t Take My Narcolepsy Seriously Until I Fell Asleep And Almost Killed A Family
The next thing I knew, I had crossed the dividing line in the road and was heading straight for a VW bus.
Courtesy of Roxanne Sumners
As a grant writer in rural Oregon, I documented the need for bridge repairs, water treatment and other infrastructure in surrounding communities. When I was 48 years old, as I drove to meet the mayor of a small town, a deliciously tired feeling nearly overcame me, so I pulled over, fell asleep and awoke to a police officer tapping on my window. “Are you OK?” he asked.