Tampa Bay: Like No Place Else
Our hometown isn't just our home; it's a popular vacation destination.
Wise About Weather
For starters, here on the West Coast of Florida we live and die by the weather. On Christmas Day, we stand on the beach in shorts and T-shirts, posing for camera phone pictures we send to our friends and families shivering back up North.
But from June 1 through Nov. 30, we live in Hurricane Alley, and we know only too well not to mess with those storms. Live here and you’ll learn to pack your hurricane kit (batteries, portable radio, flashlights, bottled water, tuna, peanut butter and jelly, snack cakes) and how to protect your windows against flying debris: plywood or shutters or impact-resistant glass. We know which evacuation zone we're in, where to go if we're ordered to leave and where the pet-friendly shelters are. And we know the language of hurricanes, tossing around terms like “cone of probability” and “Category 5.”
On a happier note, we’re less than two hours from those world-famous theme parks in Orlando: Universal Studios and Walt Disney World. Tip: The best time to visit is just before the tourists descend. Early December, for example, the parks are lightly visited, so that's when we go. We enjoy the holiday decorations and entertainment and ride the rides without standing in long lines.
Speaking of the winter holidays, we go nuts around here for Christmas lights. One of the local legends: the Oakdale Christmas House at 2719 Oakdale St. in St. Petersburg, which boasts more than 600,000 lights on a half-acre with 200 lighted figures, 200 animated objects, 60 snowmen and, well, words fail.
Every year, the boys of summer spend their springtimes with us at spring training. The New York Yankees play at Legends Field in Tampa. The Philadelphia Phillies are at Bright House Networks Field in Clearwater. The Toronto Blue Jays play at Knology Park in Dunedin, where they sing “O Canada” along with “The Star-Spangled Banner” at the start of every game. If there is a better place to be on a spring afternoon than in an outdoor stadium with a hot dog and a beer, we don't know where it could be.
All of the “only in Florida” stories you read in the supermarket tabloids are true. There are alligators that eat dogs (after humans feed the 'gators bread or marshmallows) or stop traffic by strolling across a busy highway. It’s true a pelican pierced a woman’s cheek when they collided as she waded off Treasure Island. (The damage: 26 stitches to the woman; no report on the pelican.) There’s still the hanging-chad nightmare of the 2000 presidential election, the St. Petersburg teenager who had the hiccups for six weeks and the image of the Virgin Mary that magically appeared in the window of an office building in Clearwater. In an area that Hulk Hogan calls home and John Travolta often visits, nothing is a surprise.
We know this: No beverage is sweeter than the juice you squeeze from your own backyard citrus tree right before breakfast. No strawberries are tastier than the ones you pick yourself, buy at a roadside stand in February or eat embellished with whipped cream at the Strawberry Festival every spring in Plant City. And no day of the year is happier than the one in mid-October when silence descends over the Tampa Bay area as air conditioners everywhere are turned off and windows that have been tightly closed since May are opened. The temperature has dropped. The humidity has fallen. We've survived another steamy summer, and it's time to get out and enjoy all the things that make Tampa Bay like nowhere else.