Not to see Travolta or Streep or even Mighty Joe Young. You can catch these films now and then on cable TV, but, regrettably, only if you get the city of Tampa's government channel. They come with titles like We Discover Tampa and Tampa Serendipity and The Flower of Tampa and Land of the Bucs. In that one, the Bucs play just once, and they crush their opponents by a miraculous 38-zip. Otherwise, the movies contain certain constants.
Nobody drives anything but a new convertible, and the top is always down.
Purplish clouds never stack up in the sky, but then again, we never have rain in February, when the movies always take place. Visitors only come in time for Gasparilla and the State Fair and spring training. And they take vacations like nobody you know. They visit gypsum stacks and grimy freighters and loading docks and conveyor belts and are capable of speaking admiringly of all four. The cigarmakers they meet are cheerful old timers, who never complain about being replaced by machines.