I know, I do this every time I’m out of town. I always blog about the place I’m at. I’m usually out of town on weekends, though, and weekends are when we need the content. The ideas are right here. What else am I supposed to do? Also, this is a travel blog. Bet you didn’t know that! Was just decided. So now it’s ok for us to blog about Deer Lodge, Montana and Vicksburg, Mississippi. It’s weird when we aren’t blogging about those places, to be honest.
Anyway, I’m allegedly in Jacksonville right now, and I say “allegedly” because I haven’t seen it.
This is the fourth time this has happened.
I’ve “been to Jacksonville” four times, and never, not once, in all my years here have I seen the city itself. I just googled a picture to make sure there’s a city here, and there are images, but WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS THE CITY?
The weirdest part about this is that Jacksonville is sneakily so populous. Bigger than Atlanta! And by a lot. Bigger than San Francisco, too. Of course, that’s mostly about where the city limits are, but still: Don’t you think, that if it was really this large, I’d have seen it?
So here’s the theory:
Jacksonville doesn’t exist. It’s an agreement between certain powers. People can be “from Jacksonville,” sure. They live in these areas around “the city.” The airport’s real, all of that’s real, I assume the Jaguars play on a sound stage in front of a convincing mural. But with the highways constructed the way they are, nobody ever gets to see the city itself, and why would they be built that way? To hide it.
Now we just need to figure out the motive.
