If you happened to be laboring up Angela Street to the top of the hill you might see the pink sign to Courtney's Place, pointing down Whitmarsh Lane (indistinct on the right hand side of this picture):
If you gave up your assault on the summit of Solares Hill (16ft/5meters) you could dump your oxygen tanks in a cache here and look down the one block length of Whitmarsh to Petronia Street on the flat lands of Key West in the distance:
The delightful wavy roof lines of successive Conch cottage add-ons might tempt you down the lane...
...or the extraordinary evidence of life lived comfortably outdoors:
I also rather liked this al fresco garage which made modest little Whitmarsh look quite like the haunted wood:
Actually the street was haunted when Mr Kitty escaped from this man's home. He found himself in the undignified position of grovelling on the floor in front of a complete stranger hunting for his escaped pussy:
All's well that end's well and Mr Kitty was recovered intact by a man who managed somehow to navigate is way safely home with cat in tow despite there being strong evidence that drink had been taken. Cat and man slipped through the gate and I was left to ponder the value of phone booths as home decorative motifs:
I found a more conventional decoration upstairs:
By now I was about half way and looking back the view towards Solares Hill looked like this:
While the outdoor lifestyle was spilling comfortably out onto the side of the lane:
It's hard to be definitive about this but Whitmarsh Lane seemed a very comfortable little neighborhood, and the funny thing for me is that I had hardly given it a second thought recently but a police officer one night called out a routine check of the street, so naturally that prompted me to think of stopping by with the camera. Courtney's Place it turns out is quite flash:
They have their own extended golf cart yellow "cab"and enough off street parking for a gaggle of Harleys. And a short hop from there brings one to Petronia Street:
I quite liked Whitmarsh Lane...
And just to put the cherry on top it has no street signs at either end:
And even though this has nothing to do with anything it might be worth noting that Summer Time starts tomorrow morning in the US, a month ahead of much of the rest of the world including Cuba. So if like me, you listen to Radio Reloj (950am) bear in mind the time checks will be out by one hour.
If you gave up your assault on the summit of Solares Hill (16ft/5meters) you could dump your oxygen tanks in a cache here and look down the one block length of Whitmarsh to Petronia Street on the flat lands of Key West in the distance:
The delightful wavy roof lines of successive Conch cottage add-ons might tempt you down the lane......or the extraordinary evidence of life lived comfortably outdoors:I also rather liked this al fresco garage which made modest little Whitmarsh look quite like the haunted wood:Actually the street was haunted when Mr Kitty escaped from this man's home. He found himself in the undignified position of grovelling on the floor in front of a complete stranger hunting for his escaped pussy:All's well that end's well and Mr Kitty was recovered intact by a man who managed somehow to navigate is way safely home with cat in tow despite there being strong evidence that drink had been taken. Cat and man slipped through the gate and I was left to ponder the value of phone booths as home decorative motifs:I found a more conventional decoration upstairs:By now I was about half way and looking back the view towards Solares Hill looked like this:While the outdoor lifestyle was spilling comfortably out onto the side of the lane:It's hard to be definitive about this but Whitmarsh Lane seemed a very comfortable little neighborhood, and the funny thing for me is that I had hardly given it a second thought recently but a police officer one night called out a routine check of the street, so naturally that prompted me to think of stopping by with the camera. Courtney's Place it turns out is quite flash:They have their own extended golf cart yellow "cab"and enough off street parking for a gaggle of Harleys. And a short hop from there brings one to Petronia Street:I quite liked Whitmarsh Lane...And just to put the cherry on top it has no street signs at either end:And even though this has nothing to do with anything it might be worth noting that Summer Time starts tomorrow morning in the US, a month ahead of much of the rest of the world including Cuba. So if like me, you listen to Radio Reloj (950am) bear in mind the time checks will be out by one hour.
4 comments:
Dear Conch:
You have no idea how many times I went on my knees to keep the pussy from escaping. But that was in my youth. I'm old enough now to realize they're like cable cars in San Francisco. "Another one will be along shortly."
The government made the decision to advance daylight savings time a month in the US because this lagging winter is gving me eyes like a lemur and a temper like a hand grenade.
Nice post tonight. I like Whitemarsh Lane too.
Fondest regards,
Jack
tsk, tsk, tsk. Must learn that pussycats come and go...
But, seriously, how am I ever going to explain a telephone booth to my small children?!
Thanks for the picture!
Reader in Citrus
I am recording payphones in this blog because I don't think they will be around much longer.
love whitmarshlane, actually believe i was there when this was taken,lived with man in the alley for 3 months with guy looking forMISS KITTY! that is right not mr. kitty and yes there was drink involved. there was definitely never a dull moment in that alley
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