![]() There’s a rail yard crowded with static freight trains. ![]() ![]() This area used to be the very center of Florida’s now fast-disappearing cattle industry. A community center with a playground overgrown by weeds. Seventy miles northwest of Orlando International Airport, amid the sprawling, flat central Florida nothingness - past all of those billboards for Jesus and unborn fetuses and boiled peanuts and gator meat - springs up a town called Wildwood.
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