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Fernandina “Stuck” Seeking An Identity

Fernandina “Stuck” Seeking An Identity

Fernandina Beach needs an identity. It needs something to make it stand out above the ho-hum, humid, hot, look-a-like Florida communities and divert attention from the stupid stuff going on hereabouts. So far it’s not going well.

Fueled by lots of cold beer, I’ve conducted some unscientific research and discovered that there are lots of concepts floating around, but not one that really grabs you and makes you think: “That’s on my bucket list. I’ve got to see it before I die.”

Not everyone’s on board though. Opposing any of this is Ron “Get Off My Lawn You Little Bastards” Sapp, long-time resident curmudgeon who for years has been proclaiming: “There’s nothing to see here. Just keep moving.” He says Amelia Island is full and anybody who’s even thinking about coming to Fernandina Beach should go somewhere else — Callahan, Hilliard or Bryceville — just don’t get any closer than Yulee. Cross that bridge at your own peril he warns in his periodic News Leader “GET OFF MY ISLAND AND STAY OFF” column.

However, there are numerous hospitable folks hereabouts scrambling to make us proud and convince people to visit. So far they haven’t hit on the right formula. What we need is something that can compete with the world-renown, spectacular, and wildly popular Worm Grunters in Sopchoppy on the Gulf side of the state, and Niceville’s Boggy Bayou Smoked Mullet Festival in Florida’s panhandle, two very tough acts to follow.

There are some interesting things to see and do here but nothing that prompts a Disney World-bound Yankee tourist to tap the brakes and take the Amelia Island exit ramp off I-95 after spotting a billboard saying: “Fernandina Beach, Home of (fill in the blank), Last Chance! Exit Now!”

Here’s what we’re currently flacking:

Shrimp: Many people say we’re a shrimping community. We conduct a huge annual festival selling all things shrimp, have a parade, live music venues, beauty contests, and more. But you can count the number of shrimp boats docked locally on one hand these days. I don’t think folks come to Fernandina Beach because they’re lusting after a shrimp cocktail. The festival is a lot of fun and attracts big crowds, but it only lasts three days. After that shrimp’s an appetizer, not an attraction.

Pirates? We have lots of pirates, even a Pirates Club that claims we’re a pirate

Harmless but fun local pirates

community and alleges that history backs it up. Because of pirate excesses President James Monroe labeled Amelia Island a “Festering Fleshpot” and even had t-shirts proclaiming that printed up that are being sold at Pajama Life’s 2nd Street South shop next to PJD’s beer garden. The president sent a militia down here to clean out the den of brothels, slave traders, drunken thieves, and murderers but somehow overlooked the Fernandina Beach City Commissioners during that campaign. That was a long time ago when real pirates swashbuckled hereabouts. Our current pirates are pretend ones. They’re nice, not menacing, and won’t hurt anybody. Heck, they even hand out strings of beads to kids and pat them on their heads. So, forget it, since they’re no longer willing to rob, rape and slaughter visitors, then we’re not a proper pirate community.

Soldiers and a fort played a significant role in the town’s history. We have Fort Clinch, a 19th century garrison overlooking the Atlantic that’s named after Duncan Clinch, one of the most cowardly and inept men to ever wear a U.S. military uniform. There was never a shot fired from the fort, it was surrendered to the Union by the Confederates with a simple “Ya’ll have a nice day,” and today features re-enactments with sweaty men wearing Yankee flannel uniforms in 100-degree heat. It’s fun and interesting but nothing for locals to hang their promotional hats on.

Time to get out of town?

Then there’s David Yulee (aka David Levy), a US senator, scam artist, slaveholder, and enthusiastic Confederate succession advocate. He, along with Confederacy President, Jefferson Davis, were the only two rebels imprisoned by the Union following the Civil War? For some mysterious reason there’s a statue of this treasonous conman warming a bench in front of downtown Fernandina’s old train station. It’s not exactly a “must see” attraction that will convince the kids to look up from their iPhones for more than a nanosecond. And how long before the rabid far-left Confederate statue topplers boot him off his perch?

Last week a visiting marketing consultant told the Fernandina Beach City Commission that we’re a car-centric community because the fancy Concours d’Elegance car event is held here annually. She was pitching the proposed Amelia River Resort’s instructional driving course to city officials, one of the many attractions included in the $200 million-plus project being suggested on the site of the current Amelia River Golf Course. She lives in Hilton Head, speaks with a thick British accent, and works as a marketing consultant for car-related firms. So, to paraphrase the UK’s late Mandy Rice Davis when prosecuting counsel pointed out that Lord Astor denied an affair or having even met her: “Well, she would say that wouldn’t she?”

Stuff and nonsense responded City Commissioner Len Kreger, who insists we’re all about the beach, disputing the English gal’s auto-centric claim. He fired back with a “hold on madam” statement emphatically proclaiming: “We are not an auto-centric community. We’re a beach community. People come here and live here because we’re a beach community. To imply that that’s what we are, and this will add to us – that’s crazy. We’re a beach community with a historic district.”

“Geez Louise, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea!”

When it comes to cars and beaches the City Commission appears more dazed and confused than usual. It’s gotten even nuttier since it was reported that two women were run over on a local beach recently. The drivers have not been nabbed as far as I know, and details are murky. The incidents have caused a ruckus about banning cars on the beach, parking on the beach, paying to park anywhere near the beach, paying to go to the beach, or paying for thinking about going to the beach. It appears that cars and the beach don’t mix well hereabouts anymore. So, let’s put beach driving and beaches as an attraction on hold until this mess is sorted out.

City commissioners always arrive for meetings in one car.

The Fernandina Beach City Commission is an entertaining act that could have spilled out of a Mel Brooks movie set and is a constant source of amusement and laughs unless you’re a local taxpayer, businessperson, or property owner. Our Mayor and Commissioner, Johnny Miller, is a local bartender, who says he’d like to tattoo a likeness of Bernie Sanders on his butt. Commissioner Chip “Sue Their Pants Off” Ross has already sued the city twice costing its citizens $20,000.  Recently, far-left California transplant Commissioner Mike “Left Coast” Lednovich, contributed to a Go-Fund Me account created specifically to sue the city and its taxpayers. He tried to sabotage the car-centric Amelia River Resort’s plans by suggesting the city illegally snatch the lease away from its current holder, the Sheffield family, and convert their golf course into a park. He performs at commission meetings like a tantrum-throwing toddler and wouldn’t recognize common sense and parliamentary procedure if they got in the shower with him. Top this San Francisco! It’s all highly entertaining, but not if you’ve got skin in the game. This group just makes visitors thankful they live elsewhere.

There are two classy resorts on the south end of the island – The Ritz-Carlton and the Omni Plantation. Once visitors disappear into the glitziness of their ten-dollar pool-side beers and appropriate dress-required restaurants they’re never seen again until they magically reappear on the other side of Shave Bridge driving west or jetting away in private airplanes. The resorts manage to shield their visitors from the island hoi polloi while squeezing them for obscene amounts of cash. No island color or riff raff there.

What the heck?

We have a small airport with a terminal built to look like an airplane, but that $4.5 million boondoggle didn’t get much traction as even airplane pilots think it’s silly. There’s a downtown marina that doesn’t have much water, but that’s being remedied since mud wrestling was vetoed, so the city decided to fill it up again. We also have our share of fist-shakers, sign-wavers, protesting-pamphleteers, pride-paraders, tree-huggers, women marchers, sea turtle drovers, and more. If Fernandina Beach was a character on Seinfeld it would be Kramer.

What we need is a focal point to divert attention from all the nitwittery. We need one thing to point to that screams:  THAT’S Fernandina Beach! After spotting the billboard, something that makes Junior and Sissy in their Yankee parent’s southward-bound family Chevy on I-95 kick the back of dad’s seat while screaming: “We HAVE to see that! Stop here! PULEEZE!”

And I found it. But, first some background.

Rayonier, an ugly but good corporate citizen

Nassau County is a heavily forested county of tree farms that have generated a good income for residents for decades. Fernandina Beach boasts two hideous paper mills that — despite their ugliness — have successfully masked their stench and noise, and produce high paying jobs and lots of cash by grinding area trees into mush. The Rayonier company owns one of the mills and is the largest property owner in the county. The Amelia Tree Conservancy opens its meetings by singing the Rayonier company song. Just kidding, I made that up.

To celebrate all this what could be more appropriate than a dog named Stuckie? Stuckie’s not a wonder dog. In fact, Stuckie doesn’t do anything. He’s a dead dog in a log and mummified. I discovered Stuckie, just a few miles away in Waycross, Georgia.

Look inside to see Stuckie.

There’s a problem though. We’d have to convince the folks in Waycross to give him up as he’s “stuck” in the Southern Forest World Museum and Environmental Center there. It costs five bucks to see Stuckie who’s the star attraction in a forestry exhibit. Stuckie’s the kind of eye-popping attraction I remember coughing up quarters to see when I was a kid at the old Florida State Fairgrounds in Tampa that featured a two-headed calf, the half-alligator half-man, and a duck that walked a tightrope.

I was alerted to Stuckie’s existence by good friend, Tampa Plant High School classmate, and alert blog reader, Jerrol Cohn, who pointed me toward the fascinating web site USA and Canada Tourist Attraction Maps. Roadside America.

And here’s Stuckie!

Stuckie’s been “stuck” in Forest World since it opened in 1981 and attracts tourists who otherwise would probably never visit a tree museum much less Waycross. He was discovered on a lumber truck after a chestnut oak had been cut into logs. Rather than send the dog to the pulp mill, the loggers donated it to Forest World. An epitaph of sorts on Stuckie’s eternal resting place explains his condition: “A chimney effect occurred in the hollow tree, resulting in an upward draft of air. This caused the scent of the dead animal to be carried away, which otherwise would have attracted insects and other organisms that feed on dead animals. The hollow tree also provided relatively dry conditions, and the tannic acid of the oak helped harden the animal’s skin.”

The talking tree.

After gawking at Stuckie visitors to the Waycross exhibit are treated to interesting facts about trees that might stick with them, including one exhibit featuring a number of common household items suggesting that if we didn’t grind trees into a pulpy mess we wouldn’t have Band-Aids, Gatorade bottles, Huggies, etc. There’s an exhibit on turpentine farming and a miniature replica of a logging camp. There’s even a Talking Tree. There are outdoor exhibits including a giant hollow cypress stump that can hold up to 17 people, a 1905 steam engine that hauled logs, and a butterfly garden that can be used for picnics. Shouldn’t all of this be in downtown Fernandina near our paper mills?

If we can’t wrestle Stuckie away from the folks in Waycross, then we can do what the owners of Jacksonville’s Clark Fish Camp did and create our own critter. While waiting to be seated at Clark’s customers can browse what its owners say is the largest private collection of taxidermy in North America including a “Sasquatch head” made from an old deer’s butt, and “Sponge Man.” It’s true, Linda and I were there and saw this stuff.

Can we create our own Swamp Ape?

So, with a few old deer butts we can create any critter we want (Swamp Ape?) and put Amelia Island on the tourist map and on lots of bucket lists then sit back as a steady stream of Yankees try to maneuver their way down Highway 200/A1A toward Amelia Island (Florida Dept. of Transportation motto: “Your tax wampum, francs, pesos, pounds, and dollars at work since 1562”). I’m sure the auto repair and tire stores along the eternal construction route would be delighted.

Maybe we should ask Nassau County Director of Tourism Gill Langley what he thinks. Would he set up a “Stick With Stuckie” Go Fund Me campaign to buy the dead dog in a log from the Waycross crowd?  Like most of us I’m sure he hopes an attraction like Stuckie would divert attention from all the nonsense currently going on around here.


Things I Wish I’d Said: “Isn’t ‘AARP’ the last sound a person makes just before they die?” – Dave Barry


Overheard In A Downtown Bar This Week: “When I was kid in the 1950’s we were shooting commies in Korea, and when guys  like me were drafted into the army in the  1960’s and 70’s we were guarding against commies in West Germany and Cuba and shooting them in Vietnam. Now we’re hiring them to teach our kids in American high schools and colleges and a bunch of them are running for president as Democrats. What the hell’s going on?”


And The Mexicans Will Pay For It, Kind Of:  Maybe Republican Florida Congressman Vern Buchanan and Texas Senator Ted Cruz have found the cash to build President Trump’s much needed wall along the Mexican border. They’re  sponsoring a proposal along with Rep. Mo Brooks, R-Ala., to “allow billions of dollars’ worth of assets seized from Mexican drug lord ‘El Chapo’ to help secure America’s border with Mexico.” Buchanan, who sits on the U.S. House Ways and Means Committee, backed “Ensuring Lawful Collection of Hidden Assets to Provide Order (EL CHAPO) Act” which “would set aside money forfeited to the U.S. government from ‘El Chapo’ and other convicted drug lords to be used for increased security along the U.S.-Mexico border.”  According to Buchanan, Guzman’s drug empire amassed an estimated $14 billion from narcotic sales, enough cash to build the wall and lots leftover to build rehab facilities to treat Americans who bought his poison.


Drinking, Dining & Dancing: I’ve never seen or heard them but I’m told that if you like “The Blues” then tomorrow, Saturday evening, June 29, at Main Beach’s Sandbar Restaurant & Kitchen from 7-11  you should show up for a Jacksonville group called Snacks Blues, the first time they’ve appeared on the island from what I’ve heard. The popularity of barbeque hereabouts is apparent from the crowds that are pouring into the recently opened Captain Jack’s Smokehouse BBQ in Gateway Plaza in the vacated Barbara Jean’s location, a few hundred yards after crossing Shave Bridge onto the island. They’ve been somewhat overwhelmed as the joint is experiencing larger than anticipated BBQ fans and  getting the kinks worked out. As it should be, the food is getting the most appreciative social media raves.



Dean Eliason - 29. Jun, 2019 -

Blah blah blah blah blah. Unreadable, you lack identity Dave. Get a life!

vince cavallo - 29. Jun, 2019 -

The Rt 95 turnoff could be shown as “Paradise Lost”, this exit.

Helene Lopes - 29. Jun, 2019 -

If we can’t see our own warts, then we won’t like it when someone else does. You have tickledy funny bone!

Shannon Clark - 29. Jun, 2019 -

It’s a slice of heaven. Let’s keep it that way.

John Goshco - 28. Jun, 2019 -

All of the good identities have already been taken. All that’s left is “New Jersey with palm trees”.

Louie, Louie - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Dave, I feel that you have had one beer too many. If you or others don’t like FB the way it it is I suggest you drive out to I-95 and turn tigjt

JohnBoyM - 28. Jun, 2019 -

I am a new resident (5 years). Why did I chose Fernandina Beach to retire? It is a well balanced community with working people, tourists, retired folk like myself, conventioneers, etc.. The area is not crowded with snow birds. It has a nice refreshing winter season.
In summary, FB is a city with a balanced lifestyle, no big crowds, no traffic jams, left wingers, right wingers and lots of us “stuck in the middle”.
“The Perfect Balance for an Enjoyable Life”

Jacqueline Hansen - 28. Jun, 2019 -

You are going to regret the continual building on Amelia Island. I love Amelia because of the quaint small town feel. It will become a tourist trap. Coming from a town like that, I assure you it will lose its quaintness and peaceful refuge feeling. Stop all the building!

Skeet Taylor - 28. Jun, 2019 -

We’d split at Sadler Road. North of Sadler is NOSAD. South of Sadler I’d SOSAD.

Stephen Hall - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Just thinking to myself that if they split the city into two halves ‘Historic Fernandina’ and ‘Fernandina Beach’ we could have two complete governments: two mayors [at least one mayor must always tend bar somewhere, per one city charter], two zoning departments with at least one inspector always with a foot out the door (city charter again), two sets of commissioners, one historic district, one beach district, and two sets of angry environmental demonstrators in lawn chairs.

BNoel - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Small town living with good amenities and great beach access is why we stay. Let the south ‘Amelia’ side of the island be the tourist draw and the north side keep its beach lovers, artists and nature lovers.

Skeet Taylor - 28. Jun, 2019 -

“Where any crackpot can have his own blog.”

Gina - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Seems to me plenty of people know about us. Why else would they keep building more hotels ? I speak with visitors all the time who have been coming here for years. They like it just as it is and so do I. Here’s a slogan for your billboard, “ Amelia Island…It ain’t Disney “

George Clements - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Dave, it’s been nearly 20 years since I visited your town and even considered buying a house there. My suggestion for a billboard to entice drivers off I-95 is to proclaim that “You can’t smell the paper mills any more!”
No real need to boost tourism, folks, just relax and enjoy being near the ocean.

DanTheVanMan - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Fernandina has had its own identity for 100’s of years and known as a wonderful place to live. However, that is changing rapidly with all the “over-development” (using that term in the LOUDEST way possible!) With very “Green-space” now under attack and A1A/SR200 being Bumper to bumper (Incoming & Outgoing) twice a day becoming more another “Blanding BLVD” than an improvement and only moving the traffic bottle-neck from Yulee to the Shave Bridge at an overwhelming cost to the community. As well as the rumors of “Tolling the Bridge” (At that very Bottleneck?” WTF? Does everyone in our local government have their heads up the next guys greedy and clueless ass?

So basically Fernandina Beach’s governing body has simple sold out our quaint Sea-side town to make something other than what it’s always been known for. That and Shrimp of course, when their not “buying it from SW Asia” to sell at Shrimpfest/Shrimpboat to profit from OUR shrimping heritage…. Yes, We now need a new identity, because we have destroyed the once wonderful perception of our town and island!

* A little bit Country, a little bit Rock & Roll? Not likely!
* More like…. A little bit Blanding BLVD, and a little bit Hiltonhead (without the gaudy signage restrictions)…

Soooo. Toll the bridge, pave over the entire island and “put up a parking lot!” Restrict public access to the beaches, build a waste of an air terminal for the 2% and TAX the general public to pay for it all! Then charge them again to use it!
Next they’ll be fencing off Egan’s Creek Green Space (For the wildlifes protection of course) and charging an Entrance Fee…

Fernandina Beach-Amelia Island is building its new “Identity” One of Overdevelopment and commercialization through local Corruption and Greed…

Chris C - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Fernandina Beach has the same identity it’s always had.
It’s a family community. Always has been.
What has changed is we’ve lost the *other* reasons that people come here. People elsewhere in the county now have dozens of other places they can work, eat and shop. For our community to survive, it needs to focus on making people *want* to come here because they no longer *need* to.
If not, then look for the businesses to leave and this become a part-time / retiree community that find families to be loud and annoying.

Jehosephat - 28. Jun, 2019 -

David, you old hippies will fade away into dementia soon

Bon Voyage

Dave Lott - 28. Jun, 2019 -

My great-great-great grandfather, Dr. Daniel Lott, was one of the founders of the present day city of Waycross in the 1870’s. The city got its name from the ‘crossing of the ways’ as it was a major crossing point of six railroad lines. The economic drivers of the city was the Atlantic Coast Line RR (now absorbed as part of CSX) and the timber and turpentine business. As a child, my grandfather who supervised the maintenance facility would take me out to the switch yard where I was fascinated by the constantly moving trains as rail cars were uncoupled and moved around based on their destination. Sadly the downtown area started to decline, like many other small town downtowns, with the development of shopping malls in the suburbs. While the rail yard is the largest one in the CSX system, automation has taken its tool on the workforce numbers. Today, the downtown area is dominated by Lott’s Furniture (second cousins and the same family operating the FB store), the county courthouse and lots of vacant storefronts. The city used to be able to claim to be the birthplace of actor Burt Reynolds until Burt announced in 2015 that he was actually born in Lansing Michigan but he claimed Waycross because he didn’t want to be a “Yankee”. The story is he remembered the town’s name as his family moved from Michigan to south FL and Waycross was a stop along the journey. Being the headwaters of the Okefenokee Swamp, the city in the late 1980’s got permission from the family of Walt Kelly to adopt his cartoon character Pogo to be the “city mascot”. Kelly started the Pogo cartoon strip after WWII based on various characters he had created in writing comic books earlier with the characters based on living in the Okefenokee. Pogo remains the goodwill ambassador for the city today.
Maybe we can create “Shrimpy”, the talking shrimp.

Joe Murphy - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Great Dave, We are not the Key West of Georgia we are the “Redneck Riviera ” of the Southeast.

Bonnie Eisele-DeMerle - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Not sure exactly when, but years ago, the word “Beach” was added to the name of the incorporated town here for a particularly logical reason.

Dick Troxel - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Great message today Dave. It may be too late to pin an identity on the
Island. Way too many newcomers with too many opinions to arrive at
a palatable one for all residents. Why not go with the flow, it’s a beach town plain and simple. It does
not need a gimmicky nickname to
attract visitors. I remember coming
to Fernandina Beach as a boy from
Jacksonville and once you visited
Fort Clinch the beach was the main
attraction. That was well before the
word High Rise was invented. But,
I realize those days are long past as progress has taken over and for the most part that’s a good thing.

Tom Yankus - 28. Jun, 2019 -

Identity? This 2X13 mile sandbar in far, far north Florida and not in the Peach State only by the flow of a brackish river draining out of a large swamp 50 miles north, often has been identified as “Georgia’s Key West.” There you go!

Robert Warner - 28. Jun, 2019 -

“Eclectic”. A word, Dave. But you have to look it up.