Little known trivia: I grew up in S. Florida from grades 2-12. Let me tell you we HATED seeing those orange NY plates flood our city every Fall. Everything changed. You never heard a car horn in traffic and all of a sudden they blared at every light. Waitresses got jumpy because of the damnyankees bitching about the buffet. The damned old women destroyed the produce section of the grocery store assaulting all the goods with their squeezing and poking, and the damned old men parked on benches everywhere trying to tell us kids where we could and could not ride our bikes in our town.

Savages, I tell you, and they rode in with Orange plates.