I feared my camera would break if I tried to take a picture of the “scenery.”

Mobile homes and weather-worn businesses lined this stretch of highway. I wish my GPS would tell me to take a turn because I feared I had driven off the edge of the map.

I was heading to Panama City, Fla., which has a well-earned reputation as the Redneck Riviera.

But, or so I’m told, Panama City actually has a little bit of class and is actually more than just mass drunken debauchery. We’ll see if that’s the case…