
The Southard Street Gate never did materialise at the entrance to Truman Annex, after the Navy threatened the Truman Annex master Property Owner's Association with a lawsuit if they put up a gate. Work stopped and the holes were promptly filled in. The guardhouse is staffed at night (visible in the distance in the picture above) but it remains unoccupied during the day when traffic can travel freely to and from the waterfront. So freely indeed, not many cars would notice Thomas street off to the north, towards the new courthouse:

And why would a passer by turn onto Thomas in this direction?

The sign on top is a terminological inexactitude as the street is now open at both ends. For a while the road was closed at Fleming thanks to the construction of the new courthouse, The Freeman Justice Center, but that's done and Thomas Street is a handy way to avoid the interminable light at Southard and Whitehead (in front of the Green Parrot). This section of Thomas Street is all county business or government of one sort apparently:

Nasty fences, no signs and buildings painted battle ship gray, all terribly ominous:

Thomas Street in the opposite direction, heading south from Southard Street is a little more slack, perhaps more human:

Behind the county buildings, wedged into a small space next to the boundary of Truman Annex there is parking for all those beavering county employees:

Which if it weren't so out-of-the-way might make this a useful place to park after hours now that the Post Office has got so hard core about their lot next door. This place is a desert on a Friday evening:

It's not totally deserted:

The parking lot is divided by a leaf filled dusty median strip which is traversed by a cute little wooden footbridge. I have no idea who put it there nor why:

There's another such bridge at the pedestrian entrance to Thomas Street, with more fences and the county clock tower in the background:

The impenetrable fences are everywhere down here keeping people out of the county property:

The Freeman Justice center mercifully isn't so girded and stands imposing at the end of the street:

It bears the symbols of the Conch Republic, ready to assume the mantle of the headquarters of any future breakaway republic:

I spotted a couple of lost tourists, consulting their oracles marching past the endless building as though not sure where they might end up, reading the map, discussing and walking.

I think they were Europeans and I felt once again that perhaps I should have stepped in to offer unsolicited directions. Instead I took a picture of Truman Annex at Fleming:

Or looking towards Whitehead on Fleming:

As you can see: wide open to traffic in all directions after months of construction.
8 comments:
Dear Sir:
If you would consult "The Heidleman Guide To Key West Architecture and Significant Structures," you will note that on page 236 of the 2002 edition, the first of the wooden foot-bridges featured in today's post is the "Adolphus P. Riepe Memorial Crossing."
A.P. Riepe was a locomotive engineer for Flagler's railroad, and was quoted as saying, "Ye better raise ticket prices now as I don't think the service will be for the long haul."
I think the rooster in today's blog should become the national bird of the Conch Republic... As it appears to be crowing about an egg it never laid. I think it would be very appropriate if you could pose the rooster on your bike -- in its current state.
Fine post today. Very inspirational. Fine post. I'm now in a mood to find some Key Limes, to mix a Planters Punch worthy of the name.
Fondest regards,
Jack "Toad" riepe
Terminoligical inexactitude", I like the phrase and will have to remember it. My blackberry spell checker had fits with that.
Great post!
And I thought the bridge was the Adolphus Seth-Samuel riepe Memorial Bridge. Silly me. The cock is pretty much the other half of the Conch Republic symbol which mostly consists of conch shells and alcohol fumes.
Dear cpa1234(etc) the phrase was coined by Winston churchill (not riepe) as a way of calling someone a liar in parliament because one is not allowed to call one's hono(u)rable colleagues liars to their faces in that august body. Why I remember this rubbish I have no idea. On the other hand ask to to calculate the volume of a cylinder and I curl up in a ball, drag my motorcycle on top of myself and whimper until my wife comes to reassure me.
The Bonneville is in the trailer ready to go. The handlebars are so wonky I had to strap it down from the frame. Fingers crossed.
Conchscooter:
We're crossing our fingers (& legs too). I was curious to find out how far Ft Lauderdale was so using my friend Mr Google it is only 149 miles (239 kms) BUT takes 4 hours 27 minutes to navigate the Great Ocean Highway, NE on a tack of 43 degrees (off north). Assuming that Pure Triumph opens at 9am sharp, you can leave as late as 4am in the morning to allow a buffer for refuelling and substanence, and periodic pull-overs to check strap tensions. I was told that a prudent driver should check strap tensions every 20 minutes, whilst looking in your rear view mirrow constantly during the drive.
Here's hoping that everything works out as planned and you get your wheels back soon with a minimum of expense
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
The plan is to get in the car when I get home at 6:30 am and for the wife to drive while I sleep. It takes us four hours to cover the 170 miles (250kms) door-to-door. Pure Triumph opens at ten am. Then we go to Target Costco Macys and PF Changs, then we get home at ten pm or two am as well feel like. A lot of people make noise about how far their dealers are from home but I'm just glad they are there and we make the most of the day.
Did you read Irondad's self pitying essay? I was quite surprised. I wonder what's really going on with him; he sounds like a school kid who had his lunch money beaten out of him. We are so lucky to live in what is still a first world society, I'm bound and determined to enjoy it as long as it lasts. I could be dead now, or far worse a quadriplegic. Don't think I don't think about that even on the good days when I haven't recently launched myself off my Bonneville.
The plan is to get in the car when I get home at 6:30 am and for the wife to drive while I sleep. It takes us four hours to cover the 170 miles (250kms) door-to-door. Pure Triumph opens at ten am. Then we go to Target Costco Macys and PF Changs, then we get home at ten pm or two am as well feel like. A lot of people make noise about how far their dealers are from home but I'm just glad they are there and we make the most of the day.
Did you read Irondad's self pitying essay? I was quite surprised. I wonder what's really going on with him; he sounds like a school kid who had his lunch money beaten out of him. We are so lucky to live in what is still a first world society, I'm bound and determined to enjoy it as long as it lasts. I could be dead now, or far worse a quadriplegic. Don't think I don't think about that even on the good days when I haven't recently launched myself off my Bonneville.
Mr Conchscooter:
I think that some people believe themselves to be invincible but as we grow older and wiser we know otherwise and our risks for danger are more evident. A lot has to do with self control. In this circumstance I would belive that fatigue played a great part in assuming that a routine activity can be done without thought and that reflexes will take over and do what needs to be done habitually. In your case, before I read that you were sleeping on the first leg at 6:30am, I was too, going to scold you for doing a full days driving after handling a complete night shift of duties. But you are wise beyond your years and perhaps have come to realizations as to your physical limitations.
I know nothing about Triumphs but I can scour the dealers for a suitable muffler for your Bonnie, if only I knew what model it was. Perhaps someone up here has a replacement with your name on it.
I too am very lucky that I did not crash when my tire completely deflated whilst in the fast lane surrounded by other vehicles. The tire has come detached from the rim and is very hard to move around with a wheel that will not turn. I hope the rim is not too badly damaged from rolling on the asphalt. I now know what the wobbling rear wheel feels like.
have an uneventful ride to the big city and return home safely. With luck perhaps your Bonnie will be ready next week
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
"The cock is pretty much the other half of the Conch Republic symbol which mostly consists of conch shells and alcohol fumes."
I got a shiver and a bit of a scare when I read the first four words in that sentence. After re-reading the whole sentence, I relaxed. For a moment, I thought you had worn the pink clogs one too many times.
In my humblest of opinions, PK Chang's is worth the drive.
I'll refrain from throwing rocks at self-pity as I have been humbled at the handlebars more than once.
Hope y'all have a good trip, and hope the Triumph dealer gets you back on two wheels soon.
In the mean time, swing by a HD dealer and test ride the 1200 you like.
-Peace
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