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05/29/2026

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05/29/2026

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05/29/2026

05/29/2026

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05/25/2026

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05/11/2026

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04/21/2026

🍓🍓CR39/Old Welcome Strawberry fields update🍓🍓

The proposed Strawberry Fields project on CR 39 is continuing to move forward and we need your voices.

The original application sought a change to Future Land Use. A hearing was scheduled with the BOCC on April 9, but it was continued. Since then, the applicant has submitted a new application that expands the request to include rezoning additional folios.

This proposal now covers approximately 160 acres, with a planned density of 1 home per acre.

There is some good news:
The Planning Commission voted that the initial future land use change is NOT consistent with the Comprehensive Plan.

Next steps:

A hearing with the Zoning Hearing Master

Followed by a final decision by the Board of County Commissioners (BOCC)

Once we have confirmed dates, we will share them immediately.

In the meantime, we need action from the community.

Please contact the BOCC and make your voice heard:

Reference HC CPA 25-22

Reference Rezoning Application #26-0785

Clearly state that this proposal is inconsistent with the Comprehensive Plan and does not reflect the wishes of the community.

If you previously wrote a letter, write again about the new zoning application.

We are the ones who live here.
We understand the rural character of this area better than outside consultants.

If you’re tired of decisions being influenced by people who don’t live here, now is the time to speak up.

Let’s make sure the BOCC hears directly from the community.

Link to email bocc in comments 💪🏼

11/20/2025

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10/16/2025

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10/07/2025

“The Okeechobee Eight: Co***ne, Corruption, and the Curse of the Big Lake”

By J. Phillips, a Florida story worth rememberin’—true as the mud and twice as thick.

Now listen here, friend. I been livin’ ‘round these parts long enough to know when the wind smells like rain and when it smells like trouble—and in the early 1980s, that wind off Lake Okeechobee smelled a whole lot like the latter.

See, Miami was burnin’ hotter than a skillet left on the stove. Co***ne was pourin’ in from Colombia faster than the Coast Guard could count it, and folks were shootin’ each other over powder like it was gold dust. But when the feds came crashin’ down on Miami, them smugglers did what varmints always do when you turn on the lights—they scattered.

And where’d they run? Out here. To our neck of the swamp.

When Miami Got Too Hot

You wouldn’t think Lake Okeechobee—the Big O—would be a place for high-dollar drug runners, but you’d be wrong. Those boys realized quick that the cane fields and cow pastures made fine cover for flyin’ and landin’. They’d touch down on some rancher’s airstrip, offload a few hundred pounds of white lightning, and be gone ‘fore the dew even formed on the grass.

You could hear the planes at night sometimes—low hums, cuttin’ through the stillness. We all knew it wasn’t crop dustin’.

And then came the bodies.

The Okeechobee Eight

They called ‘em the Okeechobee Eight.
Eight folks tied to the trade, all dead before the decade was out. Some found in canals, others “missing.” Each one had a story, and every story ended the same way—too soon and too quiet.

Now, official reports called it coincidence, maybe bad luck. But nobody I knew believed that for a second. These weren’t random deaths. No, sir. These were messages.

One man “fell off his boat” even though he was a champion fisherman who never wore a lifejacket. Another’s truck “caught fire” in his driveway, but the fire department swore it looked like diesel had been poured inside. And there was one woman, sweet gal, who ran a small bar outside Pahokee—she started talkin’ about what she’d overheard, and by the next week, her place was ashes.

They didn’t find her ‘til days later, face down near the