An appropriate quote from Thomas McGuane, in his Ninety-two in the Shade (1972); here neophyte fishing-guide Thomas Skelton and his girlfriend, Miranda, observe the Key West mainland as they return from blissful night angling in the mangroves:
Twenty minutes of this night running and they were close enough to home that they could see a Greyhound bus cross the Stock Island bridge and penetrate the zygote of Cayo Hueso. Just beyond, the drive-in theater screen loomed among the trailers. Skelton stared: Appomattox Courthouse, Yankees and Rebels stately in the Key West sky. From the seaward vantage, it was the America you weep for. Ulysses S. Grant and Robert E. Lee knee-deep in mobile homes surrounded by the vacant sea. Lee's horse, Traveller, materialized and vanished in the Atlantic skyway. Then Grant took Lee's hand and it was one nation indivisible, horses, heroes, tents, and munitions sunk among the mobile homes: THE END.
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