I have to concur on the synopsis of S Fl. I lived there for four years and couldn't leave soone enough. One time, I was training for a marathon with my dog, and this car drove past me going slowly. Then, it turned around and came by again... s l o w l y... I was running in my neighborhood, but there were no houses on this particular street, so I put on the gas to get to a place where someone could at least hear me scream. And, the car followed me onto that street... finally I stopped, ready to go running across yards, and they asked if they could breed their dog to my (neutered male) dog. Uh, no. And, I briefly informed them how amazingly inappropriate it was to stop a lone female runner to make such an inquiry. This is just ONE of the myriad of S Fl stories I have... crazy place