Years ago, I had to go to Florida to settle my father’s estate. I had planned to fly in and out the same day, but had to reschedule. I had a very early flight out o Orlando. As the plane took off and was climbing, I looked out the window at the suburbs around the city. There were rows of houses separate by what was clearly marshes. I thought back to the offer I received as a child informing that I had won land in Florida. I had entered a drawing at the state fair and rushed in to show my mother. I thought I was going to be very wealthy. She explained that it was a scam, and that they were selling swamp land. As I looked out of the plane, I sighed and thought, that could have been mine…or not. Florida is, quite literally, a huge, swampy sand bar in many places.