Shana and I vacationed on Marco Island nearly every year for 20 years. Marco is at the south end of Florida, but will not be safe from BP's destruction of the Gulf. My sweetest memories of Marco are the birds - the ancient looking Brown Pelicans flying in lines over the patio so close that I could hear the wind through their wings, the beautiful Skimmers lounging on the beach between enchanting flights, the Osprey's oddly feeble call contrasting with their penetrating stare. Now everything that depends on the sea, the beaches, or the mangroves is in peril and it breaks my heart.
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