Chapter 13: A freeze, then frozen in time


DUNDEE – John Strawn pulls his long, tired frame out of his SUV, grabs a cane and walks toward the glass-and-steel Bob White Citrus Exchange, a building that was once the hub of North Florida’s orange industry. Where a visitor sees broken windows and rusting metal panels, Strawn’s eyes sparkle, recalling the days when the conveyor belts were whir-whir-whirring, when glove-clad packers wrapped oranges in paper before boxing them up, when the fruit was brought in by mule.

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