Morning Juice: Sorry, That Tree's Gotta Go!
- A reporter was actually assigned, and wrote, an article about ice cream sales spiking in the summer. Stop the presses, fellas. Hold on there, hoss -- you mean to tell me folks are buying ding-danged ice cream cones in July? This is some amazing stuff. Believe it or not, this is a real quote from the story: "We see more people in the summer," said Chad Nitzky, owner of Rita's Water Ice in Royal Palm Beach. [Palm Beach Post]
- Then to the south, the complete opposite: a story that actually tells readers something they don't know and, if they have a pulse, probably really pisses them off. Clear Channel, everyone's favorite corporation, complained to FDOT that some big, nasty palm trees are making their beautiful billboards hard to see. Actually, they've filed 40-something such complaints in Broward and Palm Beach.
Worse, an FDOT landscape architect said that some trees will need to be cut down to be in compliance with the 2006 law that gives billboards "unobstructed views."
The whole thing stands as an indicator of what's wrong with South Florida, why so many characterize it as ugly. Billboards trumping trees. Face it, if they can pass a law like this, they can fund some study showing that tourists actually visit us for our pretty billboards [Sun-Sentinel]
- Even farther south comes the next story, and it's another that is bound to surprise, shock, and anger readers. No matter what you think about the Boy Scouts organization, this tale points out some incredibly inept leadership, awful decision-making, and terrible damage-control management. Last May, 17-year-old Michael Sclawy-Anderson of Plantation died during an Eagle Scout hike. His parents filed a wrongful-death suit, and they should collect every cent. The death was entirely preventable and shows that this particular batch of scout leaders failed to adhere to the laws of common sense throughout the misguided mission. For instance:
- Yet, elsewhere in the Herald, some good news. The evil creature known as the chupacabra has apparently vacated South Florida and taken up residence in... Texas! Good riddance, says the Juice. Not that we didn't love the cuddly critter blamed for sucking farm animals dry, spitting out their bones into a bloody heap... we even nicknamed him Chewie!