Jim (#62) 8-14-12

I was in Ft. Myers Beach, FL, which is a tourist destination for the young. The streets are lined with bars, pizza joints, tee shirt shops, and the like. Most people milling around were in their teens and twenties. Sitting on a bench, Jim just didn't seem to belong.

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I explained the 100 Strangers flickr project, and he had no reservation about being photographed. He was originally from Ft. Myers Beach, a rarity. As there are no high schools on the island, he rode a school bus 12 miles each way daily. He recalls how the bridge to the island was a low swing bridge: now it’s a concrete and steel structure about 60 feet high. The fishing pier extending into the Gulf of Mexico was wooden, now it's concrete. He does not like the changes.