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END OF OCEAN STREET
At the end of Ocean Street where the old original and first Catholic Mission is situated at the waterfront a small basin
dredged to make a little diked lake is located that became popular with boaters as a protected anchorage.
An interesting thing happened when some enterprising boater pushed the limits of municipal services to the
extremes.
One of the boaters that was freely using the anchorage constructed a dock at the foot of Ocean Street on the public
street right of way. Next went in a mailbox followed by a garbage can and city water service.
In the “Land of the free and the home of the brave,” I had to applaud this individual’s innovative tactics to beat the
system…to death!
Jane and I had just had to hire an engineering firm from Jacksonville, Florida to procure our dock permit for
constructing our dock that would be built within our own riparian rights and duly placed on the tax roles so we could
pay our fair share of the municipal tariff.
It was too late to do anything about the permit we had already begun but we had another parcel of property that we
were developing. We thought that it would be a nice idea to have a dock there so I went down to the local building
department and asked the building inspector for one of those permits for a dock like the one they had granted to the
people on Ocean Street.
That extortionist bastard son-of-a-bitch at city hall just laughed in my face.
They only lean heavily upon people that they feel that they can extort something out of . If you are black or God
forbid a “God-Damn Yankee” you could go straight to hell, and they will joyfully see to it!
City Hall had truly earned its well deserved sleazy reputation.
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At the end of Ocean Street where the old original and first Catholic Mission is situated at the waterfront a small basin
dredged to make a little diked lake is located that became popular with boaters as a protected anchorage.
An interesting thing happened when some enterprising boater pushed the limits of municipal services to the
extremes.
One of the boaters that was freely using the anchorage constructed a dock at the foot of Ocean Street on the public
street right of way. Next went in a mailbox followed by a garbage can and city water service.
In the “Land of the free and the home of the brave,” I had to applaud this individual’s innovative tactics to beat the
system…to death!
Jane and I had just had to hire an engineering firm from Jacksonville, Florida to procure our dock permit for
constructing our dock that would be built within our own riparian rights and duly placed on the tax roles so we could
pay our fair share of the municipal tariff.
It was too late to do anything about the permit we had already begun but we had another parcel of property that we
were developing. We thought that it would be a nice idea to have a dock there so I went down to the local building
department and asked the building inspector for one of those permits for a dock like the one they had granted to the
people on Ocean Street.
That extortionist bastard son-of-a-bitch at city hall just laughed in my face.
They only lean heavily upon people that they feel that they can extort something out of . If you are black or God
forbid a “God-Damn Yankee” you could go straight to hell, and they will joyfully see to it!
City Hall had truly earned its well deserved sleazy reputation.
next chapter
A 208 foot tall prominent 70
ton stainless steel cross
built in 1966 is perched on
the southern bank of this
small lake and is dedicated
to St. Augustine’s Minorcan
settlers, aka (The Minorcan
Monument). This is where
Jane and I have one of our
favorite fishing holes and
jokingly maintain this is
where we catch “Holy
Mackerel”.
ton stainless steel cross
built in 1966 is perched on
the southern bank of this
small lake and is dedicated
to St. Augustine’s Minorcan
settlers, aka (The Minorcan
Monument). This is where
Jane and I have one of our
favorite fishing holes and
jokingly maintain this is
where we catch “Holy
Mackerel”.
