Davenport, Florida, is a historical place without a place to call its history home.
Paint on the floor and deep scratches, no doubt from the spurs on some local yokels’ cowboy boots; then the burns. (Who burns their floor?)
On Hurricane Irma's arrival in Davenport, I spotted a rainbow. Goodnight and godspeed it was saying ...
Game Breaker was a true psychological trauma story cut in a massively comedic light.
He said, "I enjoy some of the things you say in there,” as I’m thinking, “Oh, Jesus. What have I done? Note to self: Review my blog for bad things I’ve said about important people.”
One glitch is that Chief Larry can't call his new miniature golf course "Putt-Putt with the Po-Po" because of copyright law. We need to help him out!
As the thief of dead people's handicap decals once said during her pre-felony days, "The case to maintain the City of Davenport is at an all time high."
I heard a city staff member recently say, “Davenport needs an icon,” an icon like the mermaids in Norfolk, Virginia, or the swans of Orlando, Florida, so that we can have an image to sell; and while that’s a great idea, what would it be?