The time Tampa amost ceased to exist (and how we became the Capital of the Impossible)

If you live in the Tampa Bay area, which has been my home for the past dozen years, you already know we’re a weird, beautiful, heat-soaked paradise of chicken-walking Ybor streets, Cuban sandwiches, unapologetic swagger, and no small amount of Florida weirdness. Also, it’s the long-time home of the reason I’m here: Anitra! But if [ ] The post The time Tampa amost ceased to exist (and how we became…