Key West is littered with water nymphs like this one at all times of the year. Yesterday I saw a quartet of young women in bikinis and bare feet rounding up their rental scooters, rather inexpertly, and trying to take off up Eaton Street. God bless'em say I, they mean job security for the emergency services. Key West attracts all sorts and if you are homeless or unemployed you too can sit under a coconut tree and have your fill of water nymphs ignoring you.
Or you can be gainfully employed and prefer to listen to television in the comfort of your office while you wait for customers to materialize. I expect that staring at beautiful people wears anyone out eventually:
Boating is always a good choice for whiling away a hit summer's afternoon:
Or you can go for a walk in the sand. Note the physique of the man she has chosen to accompany her. I'm sure she had other offers.
And for ten bucks you can lounge in the shade and live out your fantasy life in Key West:
Okay, now let's explore the truth of the matter. Sex sells, gross but true (ask riepe if you see him he is on advertising). Money talks, equally gross, and all advertising without exception sells one or other of the above in a welter of false claims.
The vacationers are here for a week, escaping the daily drudge Up North. The residents are working three jobs and not making a dime in September (unless they work for the hated Gummint, as do I, thank God), and if you are thinking about moving to Key West to make a life for yourself, I refer you to the first ever essay I wrote for an experimental blog I started, called back then, Key West Vespa. Which when I sold the unreliable Vespa that adorns the banner photo on this page, I had to re-name.
Jack, I hope these few photos titillate you sufficiently to remind you that you need a good health care plan to stay alive and see how the nymphs of the 21st century grow and develop and make their way on the world's stage.
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I think every health plan should come with a discount if you do preventative maintenance. Don't smoke - discount, correct BFC for your height - discount. Exercise regularily - discount.
Yes but what about the women?
Men of Riepe's age should receive a discount for maintaining interest in the unobtainable.
My wife reads your blog too, as well as my comments, so to that, I leave the women to Reipe.
Dear Conch:
I found myself wandering through the aviary of a famous zoo not too long ago, and I watched more than a dozen species of beautiful birds flit from branch to branch for hours. I was thoroughly captivated... But had no desire to become one with them.
Oddly enough, however, I was introduced to several ladies in their late 30's and mid-40's in a gin mill recently. They could have given any 20-year-old a run for their money in looks, charm, and above all -- apreciation for a smile and a well-told story, punctuated with nuturing sympathy. Two of them gave me their numbers (cell phones, oddly enough) and insisted we talk further on literary things.
A stunning 40-year-old woman (and there are millions of them) would have been two-years old when I was learning to drive and pop-open brassieres.
What most men fail to understand, is that most women don't give a damn what a guy has to say -- but care more about how he listens, and incorporates that data into a few well-placed remarks that do not include comments on one's tan, breasts, nails, nor astronomical sign. This is an impossible concept for the typical male to grasp.
I get a lot more mileage out of saying, "Unbelievable... Whatever did you do next?" Followed by, "I never would have thought of that... What is it you're drinking? Can I get you another? Good... Please finish the story."
The best conversation starter I ever used was, "Forgive me for interrupting... But I couldn't help but overhear you shot your last boyfriend with a Thompson submachine gun. How did you overcome the muzzle flash in the dark room?" Followed by, "I never would have thought of that... What is it you're drinking? Can I get you another? Good... Please finish the story."
(For those who are interested, Leslie used a cut off Clorox bottle to contain the muzzle flash.)
While it's nice to look at the coeds, I rather prefer their moms. Looking is generally free. Touching is more expensive, and usually starts with the house.
Welcome to my world. I was flattered to have made the title.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
PS: Conch --
This damn motorcycle is going to negate any health plan I can buy. My dad was dead at 57. I got about 18 months left, if that is the gauge.
Fondest regards,
Jack
PPS: If the "tramp stamp" idea ever ctaches on as postage, I'll deliver the mail.
JR/Toad
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