Whalton Lane reminds me of that poet with a wintry and tenuous connection to Key West, Robert Frost whose poem "Mending Wall" is often misquoted as a way to justify building fences in places where the poet worries more about giving offence than keeping out imaginary cows. Whalton Lane, historic seat of openness to change has become all fenced in:
Personally I wouldn't mind a fence around my suburban lot, and residents of the city will tell you that without fences heaven knows who will take up residence on your porch, because Key West is filled with people seeking a place to sleep it off every night. But I think of Frost's poem making gentle fun of the fearful:
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well