I’m in Panama City Beach visiting my parents. Today Dad I went exploring around town, looking for the tackier, kitschier parts of PCB, which is actually harder than you might think given today’s high rise condos and corporatized environment of the beach today. However, if you go into Panama City proper, otherwise known as “across the bridge,” the pink flamingos and the kitsch are alive and well. I submit to you the following evidence:

The dinosaur is my favorite. And while all of these were in a very interesting “nursery,” the fact that these statues exist in this place implies a demand for them, which speaks volumes.