Nevada: Just not weird enough?

Just the other night, I was re-reading some vintage columns by one of my favorite writers, Carl Hiaasen of the Miami Herald. Like his hysterically funny novels about Florida, the plots having been caught by trolling his beat as an investigative reporter ( AKA: real journalist ), they poke a lot of fun at the sheer strangeness and crazy stuff that passes for normal in Florida.

I started to wax a bit nostalgic, since I was born and raised in Hialeah - yeah, the home of that iconic racetrack with the Flamingos, but more recently ‘Voodoo-Santeria-goat innards reading’ central. It was hopelessly white, middle class when I grew up there

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