From time to time we have been known to feature a few of our long time Canespacers here on the blog. We like to recognize our contributors.
The ever popular SolarCane had his Day. CanesGirlNC (CGNC) wore the infamous green dress that set the blog on fire. Esteban had a weekly video feature here at one time and OrangeandGreenInTheVein (OGV) has contributed weekly articles (Short Road To South Beach) and had his time in the spotlight too.
More recently Terrance (seen below), our resident Ladies Man, had his 15 minutes of fame. Then KYCane (Rob) was featured here on the blog when we attended the Hurricane home game at Hard Rock. Wally (seen below) and Old Skool (seen below) are also some of our long time friends and contributors.
Today we feature longtime Canespacer NativeCane (Wally). He is such an interesting character with such a long and amazing history and record of acheivement that it is hard to know where to start or where this article will end. But we will give it our best effort all while trying to go to far astray.
The more you know or learn about Wally the more you realize that his NativeCanes blog name is very appropriate and perfectly fitting. You see of all the people I know, NativeCane knows his family history in Central Florida much better than anybody else.
You see, my friend Wally's family tree dates back as far as the late 1800s in Central Florida area around the small rural towns of Lithia, Durant and Keysville in West Central Florida east of Tampa. He is a original native Floridian.
NativeCane still lives here and calls the Alafia River corridor his stomping grands. Last week on my way back from Tampa, I got slightly turned around and found myself at Alderman's Ford Canoe Launch where I stopped for photos. I posted these photos to Facebook and got an immediately got a response from Wally saying "You gotta call me bro, I live five minutes from there!".
So to avoid any serious retribution, I quickly set up an lunch meeting today at The White Oak Cottage and Bistro in Lithia. The restaurant is best described as a Southern gourmet bistro using locally sourced ingredients, time tested recipes with a down home atmoshpere that welcomes you in like family.
You are greeted by a warm Southern accent, a genuine smile and a freindly family style seating arrangement. The menu is wide ranging and full of "something for everyone" dishes of Southern style food with a slightly current twist. It is all good so you can't go wrong.
But enough about that, let's talk about Wally's street cred as a Canespacer and Miami Hurricanes Fans. NativeCane has been around the blog for about as long as I can remember. He is a hard core Canes fan living in Gator Country.
But more importanly than that, he has frequently attended many UM games with us Canespacers at multiple locations over many years. We have conquered FSU in Tallahassee on more than one occaision, USF in Tampa on another and several home games at Sun Life, I mean Hard Rock Stadium, over the years.
While in Tallahasse, Wally walked with Canes Freak to the Stadium straight down Fraternity Row as his body guard. Some people said you couldn' tell who was who but we did. Safety was first and the goal was achieved.
Then when we entered Doak Campbell Stadium, NativeCane decided to simply conquer the crowd and collect a whole gaggle of FSU cheerleaders as his own. But who was going to deny him, right? His goal was achieved once again.
One of the best memories that I have of NativeCane is when on our way back from an FSU game in Trailernasty we shared a cabin with our significant others at Suwannee River State Park. As usual Wally brought his guitar and we lit a large campfire. He played a song by Marshall Tucker Band titled "Can't You See".
We called it the interview version of the song because as Wally played and sang I "interviewed" him about the upcoming lyrics. The women were literally laughing out loud at our rendition of this classic song. It was good times.
So here's to my good friend Wally, an old style Southern gentleman, a very rare breed these days. He is a simple man who believes in his Faith and Family.
He is a man who praises God, loves his Country, will eat a big 'ol bowl of grits and grow his own greens.
And he is a man that I am proud to call my friend.