And that's just the weather forecast; here on the ground it sounds like the blitz out there.
If I had to spend a winter in Minnesota I'd moan myself to death. I did get out today and drove around and managed not to kill myself. I thought about going for a bike ride but I probably can't pedal against sixty mile an hour (100kph) winds, so getting home dragging the bicycle might have been a bit embarrassing. I went out to breathe some fresh air on the back deck and the wind started to try to undress me which didn't feel that good. Ike is 200 miles away and aiming to wreck Galveston and where these winds are coming from I can't imagine. You'd think they'd have urgent business out in the Gulf of Mexico planning pillage elsewhere, not wasting their energy here.
My wife called and had a great day walking the streets of Istanbul shopping. She said she's seen enough mosques to last a life time and she's bringing me a box of real Turkish delight made with honey. At least she doesn't have to sleep in a tin can rattling like a corrugated iron roof in a hailstorm.
I'm taking a tylenol pm and retreating to my bed. I am not in a good mood. I can't imagine how grumpy they are down south though.
The corner of Angela and Ashe Streets is marked by a remarkable older home, large and imposing if a little down at heel:
I don't know much about the place but it used to be a well known sight around Christmas time with an extravagant display of lights. No sign of lights even though that star on the roof can be seen in outline. The yard looks sad with an empty birdcage:
And of course a cheerful sign threatening mayhem:
And alongside the house there is of course a mystery car collecting dust, the yellow vehicle in the foreground is clearly a Ford Mustang, even I could read the label, but the one in the distance...who knows?
And on the subject of cars, I happened across a whole bunch of them hanging out, as if at a convention, in the area. An old VW hogging some nice off street parking:
And an MG Midget with a delicious paint job and some serious rust issues, was occupying less space than a Smart Car might. When I was an impetuous youth I always wanted one of these cars, almost as much as I wanted a Moto Guzzi LeMans motorcycle. I ended up with neither, but I got to drool over this little thing:
I also found a neighbor doing a poor job of loading her rather smarter convertible while carrying on a very loud conversation apparently with herself. I hope she made the appointment because I was tempted to go in her place. It sounded interesting.
I had a friend who loved Porsches but he managed to put me quite off them when he led me through the maintenance requirements of his beloved machines. I cannot begin to imagine who services Porsches withing 130 miles of Key West. Perhaps there is some Teutonic Porsche Wizard lurking under a convenient palm tree somewhere, a problem I shall never have to deal with.
Thus homes nicknamed "eyebrow" didn't really work but there are quite a few scattered around Key West. Modern homes of course are air conditioned, or not:
I cannot imagine sweltering in that loft with just a fan blowing hot air over one's sleeping form. And paying that rent to boot. 
You can't have too many dolphins in your life either:
And Doric columns, or is it Ionic? Albeit made of wood as is suitable in the Southernmost City:
And for the hopeful there's always one or two for sale:
There are of course smaller and less ostentatious Conch cottages (this one would work quite nicely for The Rose Tattoo also):
Or this rather splendid cottage on the corner of Petronia Street with the magnificent porch that caused me lustful feelings:
My own decks are quite splendid and I am ashamed of my envious feelings. I should probably instead take off and enjoy a sunny afternoon on the splendid Bonneville: