Tony: "Me, I want what's coming to me."
Chico: ""What's coming to you?"
Tony: "The world, Chico, and everything in it."
We are moving west and stop at Destin on the beach between Panama City and Fort Walton Beach. I’ve driven back and forth on the 200 mile beach road between Tallahassee and Pensacola dozens of times over the past 40 years.
At first there were a few fishing villages and a handful of sleazy motels on the beach.
The growth lately seems exponential. There are ten story condos lining the beach in both directions. The sleepy two-lane road is now a clogged six-lane and there are two factory outlet malls within walking distance.
Still, even with all the growth, the wide white sand beaches and brilliant blue water are still beautiful.