Huffington Magazine Issue 5 | Page 47

HUFFINGTON 07.15.12 TWILIGHT IN THE SUNSHINE STATE his wife in one of the older parts of the neighborhood, which means he built his house way back in 2000. “The retired folks around here have done just fine,” he says, pointing to the homes of neighbors. “It’s the young people who got in trouble.” What does he think about the state’s future, I ask, what with all the budget cuts and drop in home values? “If you don’t have kids you don’t pay much attention,” he says. OVER OUR DEAD BODIES For most of its history, Florida below the panhandle was an unpleasant mélange of swamp, forest, mosquitos and alligators, along with the occasional citrus plantation and sweaty homesteader, who probably wished he had moved to Oregon instead. In 1924, with the hope of encouraging rich people to move to the state, voters approved a constitutional amendment banning a state income tax. This effort didn’t accomplish its goal — much of the interior was still a fetid swamp and most northerners considered even beachfront property uninhabitable for half the year. Air conditioning changed everything. From 1950 to 2010, lured by the enticing combination of sunny beaches and cool bedrooms, the population shot up 600 percent, to 19 million from 2.7 million. Sometime around 2016, Florida’s population will top 20 million, replacing New York as the third biggest U.S. state. All this population growth hid deep flaws in Florida’s economy. It became far too reliant on tourism jobs, construction jobs and jobs in the service sector. These workers suffered the most when the economy crashed. At Metropolitan Ministries, a homeless shelter in north Tampa, I meet Dennis Hebert, a wellspoken 26-year-old who lost his job last summer as the manager of the dairy section of a Winn-Dixie last summer. In October, unable to find work, he moved with his wife and five-year-old son into a car, where they lived for a week, parking overnight at the beach or in a Walmart parking lot. “It was hot and we got a lot of bug bites,” Hebert recalls. “I couldn’t sleep because I was constantly on guard. The worst part was that my child kept crying that he wanted to go home.” Hebert says and his family are lucky, though. Tampa has one of the highest percentages of homeless children in the U.S. and the waiting list to get a small room here is about three months. The shelter offers a place to sleep,