On the subject of satire I don't think the good Methodists on Eaton Street have really taken up adoration of the stars in the firmament. Even if they had there are tons of churches in Key West, alongside the tons of bars, and both institutions try to offer solace to the displaced and the lonely, of which there are far too many at the end of the road. This is a noisy dirty raucous town where living accommodations are cramped. My two bed, one bath home measures just 800 square feet (75 square meters approximately). And every summer I wonder if Mother Nature is going to huff and puff and blow it all to hell. My wife and I have Plan B, which is to move back onto a sailboat if we have a crisis that tips us out of balance and the mortgage becomes too much. Could you do that? Is your sense of self caught up in owning stuff, living in a big house, shopping in fashionable malls? How do you feel about the possibility of seeing your wheels underwater during a summer hurricane?
Life's a Joke that's Just Begun... W.S. Gilbert's words, not mine, but I try every day to appreciate the sentiment, so that when this modest life of mine is done I will be able in my last moments to console myself with the thought that I lived my life consciously, and struggled every day not to waste a moment. Key West helps me in that.