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Last week my wife and I took our children to the Tampa Zoo. The springtime riot of tropical color is drawing to a close here as the heat swells toward its summer boil. But that day a lovely breeze came up from the Gulf, and the last fading jacaranda blossoms danced against the sky. Dew shimmered on the pearl ginger. Birds of paradise unfurled, and the palms, scattering sunlight, rattled in the wind.
A pall hung over…