Jesse Kennon squats silently at the edge of a three-seater airboat, his wavy, silver ponytail dangling as his thin-rimmed glasses slip down his sweaty pink nose. It's 10 p.m. on a Saturday. We're in the shallow waters of the River of Grass on an idle airboat. And other than the supersonic had-to-have-been-crafted-by-the-sun flashlight that shines into the water, the... More >>>