Trailer park living has just been raised up a notch or two by something that happened this week in Florida, where most insanity emits from anyway. We've all been guilty of accusing someone of being "trailer trash", most of time rightly so, but certainly not the 488 trailer owners of Briney Breezes located right on the Atlantic Ocean.

The first trailers were put there in the Twenties for what was then referred to as "tin can tourists". In 1958 the residents bought their community and few year incorporated it, essentially protecting it from development. For nearly fifty years those 488 residents lived happily on the seashore in their trailers.

I may be snooty once in a while, but I'm not a snob. However, I really can't picture living in one. Can you picture Countess Bedelia trimming roses in front of her's with du Barry's double-wide next door (she needs the extra room for the silver); how about Pimpernel serving expensive European cheeses on the porch of his or Thomas Barker's with the revolving door for all his gentlemen friends? Officer Brian on his motorcycle cruising around? KiKi waiting to bite the leg of the postman?

Well, this week Ocean Land Developers made a offer Briney Breezes couldn't resist: $510 million dollars, over a million each. I'm torn about whether they made the right decision: One million dollars will not buy you a home on the ocean; perhaps it can on a murky lake so common here. On the other hand, it was only a matter of time before a direct hit by a hurricane wiped them off the map; they had cheated time in that respect. And, just how many will move their homes? My guess: most.

I was talking about this with Ron White, owner of one of the sharpest tongues in town, and he said, "You know, there's one of the trailer parks in Jupiter, of all places." Two tourists from Mexico next to us asked, "Where's Jupiter?" And Ron quickly replied, "Next to Uranus." and I added, "But you have to drive a Saturn to get there." We screamed with laughter and did a little victory jig because that opportunity doesn't come around enough.