From an alternate perspective, one could imagine Key West was Middle-Earth. . .
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Safe Harbour, for my out-of-town readers, is a real place.
It's a deep water marina and floats beside what's left of the shrimp boat fleet and the Hogfish bar & grill out on the Atlantic side of Stock Island.
It's a peaceful, easy place.
This floating house is out there. I like it and have spent probably too much time imagining how I might
make it mine.
But it's not the place, Safe Harbour, but the concept of "safe harbour" that I wanted to think about today.
To my mind,"safe harbour" is a transient kind of illusion.
You, like me, have good friends, a comfy place to live with all the bills current and a few extra bucks stashed away and, we think, "all is well with the world".
And it is, for the moment, but there's always a storm just over the horizon. Then, in a New York minute. . .
It's like the song suggests,
"safety's just danger . . .out of place".*
* "Honestly Now", Harry Connick, Jr.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Other than that, kayaking is a fun, relaxing thing to do and a good upper body workout.
Whether it's on a floating hotel or a schooner or a Victoria 18 or a kayak (like I was when I got both these shots), in the summertime, on the water is the place to be.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
It's been an interesting week. New places, new faces and
it's all good.
When I got back home I noticed that my neighbor Ed's orchid tree had grown something new too.
With my head full of new things to think about, the new bloom on Ed's tree reminded me that the smart money considers anything and everything from as many angles as can
At the end of the day that approach keeps life liquid. It saves us from the stress of having to "draw a line in the sand", enables us to stop pummeling ourselves to find answers and offers surrender to a belief in the questions.
Monday, June 4, 2012
The fact is I never saw one up close enough to touch until I moved here to Key West as an adult.
Yeah, they'll let you get close up and personal. You've just gotta move slowly, think mellow thoughts and have a bit of fish in your hand.
(slow moving good vibes aside, I'm pretty sure it's the fish that's the deal maker)
Anyway, I can and have watched the little buggers (well really, they're not so little) for an hour at a time just flying and fishing or sitting on the rail at the pier.
They really are cool birds.
Have you ever seen how they hunt and catch fish?
Check this out. . .
You've gotta wonder; how can he do that, several times twice a day, every day of his avian life and not get a headache?
". . .I’m damned if I know how the helican."
Saturday, June 2, 2012
It's no great secret that I've been known to spend some quality time with friends at the Green Parrot Bar. It's a great spot for good company, cold draft beer and some of the best blues
on the rock.
Among other cool things at the Parrot, there hangs an eclectic collection of cool stuff on the walls. Not too long ago I noticed - not too far from the portraits of Smirk and the cross - eyed Lincoln - an 8 x 10 black and white photograph of the Beatles and got to wondering, "what's the connection?"
Here's the connection. . .
The reason for the diversion was due high winds and unpredictable weather conditions caused by the approaching hurricane Dora. A storm that ultimately did come across northern Florida and reached in as far as Gainsville.
So, their flight was diverted and the Beatles had a day or so of R&R and spent it at the Key Wester Motel, next to the airport on South Roosevelt Blvd.
While they were there, they indulged in Key West's most favorite, well - second most favorite, sport. . .
(face it, Key West is a drinking town with a tourist problem) they chilled out poolside and jammed with New Orleans rhythm and blues singer Clarence "Frogman" Henry.
When the storm had passed, they were back on the plane and headed again to Jacksonville for their September 11th GatorBowl gig.
After they'd gone (Beatlemania being what it was at the time) water from the swimming pool where they'd hung out was collected and sold in vials and the cottage's bed sheets were torn into strips and sold as well.
(talk about your true "cottage industry")
The original cottage became a shrine of sorts and today it's been preserved as an "historical place of interest" as an outdoor, poolside tiki bar and restaurant called the
"Abbey Road Snack Shack".
(yet another place to grab a cheeseburger in paradise)