Running out of posts, but I remember my grandfather ran away from my grandma down to Clearwater Floristan in the 60's... you know before it was Disney. His house went away with Disney. Anyways it would rain like an atomic clockwork every single day around noon. Nice rain around a half hour or so. People told time by that rain.
He would tell me to spit the water melon seeds in the bucket he kept on the patio or into the neighbors yard he didn't like. Gramps said if you throw your salad out in the yard you can grow a new one in days.
I would lay down on his driveway over the culvert that EVERYONE had and poke at gators or crocks whatever they were with a stick until my Mom caught me and slapped the shit out of me the second time she caught me. I still remember how mad she was. I remember something about "keep it up, next time I'm gonna boot you in there"