Amy Drew Thompson | Freelance Journalist and Editor

Family-friendly Orlando, perennial city of “sugar and spice and everything nice,” has a deliciously demented dark side.

Built by pirates, enjoyed by presidents, few places wear fame and infamy as comfortably as legendary Key West.

More people may know Pussy Galore than Mata Hari, but is Hari’s lasting legacy even based on fact?

It’s Friday night in St. Petersburg, and in a parking lot off 49th Street folks are drinking beer and talking cars.

Beaches smeaches. How about a side of this glittering city you never knew existed?

Longing for splendid sunsets, sublime diving and a taste of the Jimmy Buffet lifestyle? Sail away to Key Largo.

No holosuites. No replicators. (Not yet, anyway.) But this visionary developer’s project is a nanobot shy of shovel-readiness.

Two hours or so paddling the river and I was relieved to find that I had, indeed, married the right person.

There’s no mellower way to enjoy natural Florida than from the smooth, snug confines of an inner tube.