Ever dream about owning your own nudist resort?

Yeah — me neither.

But one is for sale in Florida. Two and a half million dollars gets you fifty-nine acres of sun, freedom, and no pants.

They’re calling it a resort, but it looks more like an RV park with optional clothing. Here’s our pickleball court — no shoes, no shirts, no problems. And over there, our all-natural communal hot tub, in every possible sense of the term.

It’s not my scene, but I’ll be honest — I kind of admire it. No pretense. Just people being people, tan lines and all. At least the laundry bill would be low.

So what do you think? What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever seen for sale? Let me know at jamesabrown dot net or call 585-371-8865.

On that note, I’m James A. Brown, and as always — be well.