To celebrate the milestone, the County Commission has thrown parties more quaint than should be possible in a community of some 1.7 million people. It has also posted some startling facts from the first census in the county, taken in 1920, when the population was a mere 5,135 and less than eight square miles had been developed. Fort Lauderdale was the largest city, and as with the 2000 census, about 70 percent of the population was white. In trolling through the raw data, Tailpipe noticed some oddities that the County Commission missed including some striking similarities between today and the days of yore. In the Broward County of 1920:
17 percent of residents admitted to ever having read a book.
9 percent admitted to ever having used a turn signal.
26 percent regularly played poker on Seminole land.
32 percent were surveyed waiting in line to purchase part of a Young Circle high-rise cabin project.
64 percent giggled whenever 1920 Democratic presidential candidate James Middleton Cox's surname surfaced in conversation.
63.8 percent of those didn't know Cox could be spelled with an x.
48 percent of pedestrians on the street swore they needed a buck for the bus to Pompano could you help a fella out?
Forgive this cynical old cylinder if he gets edgy as Christmas approaches. The holiday just takes up so much space that, by around December 20, the 'Pipe finds it hard to breathe. Too much pine scent, wafting gingerbread, and Chanel #5 in the air. So Tailpipe feels compelled to fight any moves to extend the holiday forward. A strict rule around the home garage: no unsolicited Christmas-carol singing, showings of It's a Wonderful Life, or tinkling of little bells before Thanksgiving.
With that in mind, Tailpipe reports the following gross transgression: On October 17, at exactly 8:20 a.m., WLVE-FM (93.9) played a "smooth jazz" version of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas." The 'Pipe almost jumped out of his chrome coating.
Granted, this wasn't Bing Crosby floating on honied violins but Dave Koz, one of Kenny G's many soprano sax imitators. Still, it was two weeks before Halloween. This is unconscionable. Tailpipe will soon lead a mob of indignant listeners carrying torches and pitchforks in surrounding the Love 94 saccharine store in Fort Lauderdale and singing obscene protest songs.
He Brakes for Fish
With red tide creeping in on the Gulf Coast as well as new federal restrictions on catching open-sea sport fish like grouper, fishing fanatics are increasingly thwarted. The sport of philosophers and fools ain't what it used to be.
But Tailpipe will let you in on a little secret. The real action around South Florida these days isn't on the rocking deck of a hired sloop but in the hundreds of miles of canals that snake through the western part of Broward and Palm Beach counties. At least, that's what Bob Mossie tells the 'Pipe.
Mossie, a gruff, broad-shouldered man with a distant, appraising look in his eyes, says he satisfies his fishing jones and for Mossie, they are powerful in the backwaters.
Mossie lives in Parkland, but he's an executive at a large HMO in Miami. During the week, he doesn't have the time to make it to his favorite fishing spots around Lake Okeechobee, but he finds plenty of opportunities to go after his quarry on his hospital rounds and on his drive home along the Florida Turnpike.
"I'll be on my way home from Miami, and if I see a good spot in a canal, I'll just pull over," Mossie said. "I carry an arsenal of equipment in the trunk."
According to Ralph La Prairie of the Florida Wildlife Conservation Commission, there are plenty of largemouth and peacock bass, sunfish, blue gill, catfish, and tilapia to be had. He cited the canal that runs along Griffin Road as particularly hospitable to certain fish because its waters stay warm year round.
But doesn't this water have chemicals and street runoff in it?
"A lot of people would think that," La Prairie said, "but our water samples [from these canals] don't show any higher amount of heavy metals or chemicals than any other water body in the state."