Friday, November 27, 2009

Who Killed Kennedy

Solares Hill, the free weekly paper subsumed into the Key West Citizen's empire has not been my favorite paper for a while. I used to enjoy the Thursday read when Nancy Klingener used to edit the paper. She was the best to come after David Ethridge got tired of running the paper and faded away to retire someplace Up North. These days I feel the paper is being edited by a reporter, and to me that's not a great thing. A good reporter isn't necessarily a good editor and it shows in the weak articles Solares Hill seems to be ready to settle for. there are those who will tell it was only great decades ago when everything in key west was great and it has all been polluted mercilessly by outsiders and people of low morals from elsewhere.Be that as it may Solares Hill has been off on a bizarre tangent all it's own lately, reporting sporadically on the Key west links to the John F Kennedy assassination in Dallas lo those many years ago. This past week (Solares Hill appears nowadays as a supplement to the Sunday Citizen)the paper offered a solution to the enduring mystery of who killed the President in 1963. In various articles over the past couple of years the paper has woven an incredibly complex tale drawing in various Cuban exiles and anti-Castro personalities in South Florida and the Keys, including the training on No Name Key of the potential Bay of Pigs invaders and it talked at some length about the CIA front company operating on Stock Island to monitor Cuba and infiltrate agents onto the island. The articles are numerous and the links are incredibly complex.

If I have it right Solares Hill suggests that Cuban exiles posing as Communist sympathizers of Castro hoodwinked Lee Harvey Oswald to murder the President, and they were planning in spiriting him away after the assassination, a plan thwarted by Oswald's early arrest. Apparently the murder involved Cuban exiles who were angry about Kennedy's lack of enthusiasm for an invasion of Cuba and hoped to pin the murder on Castro, thus prompting an all out retaliation by the US. They were apparently backed up (this is a complicated long drawn out story and I may be missing some key points here) by members of the mob who were also keen to get back to Cuba to pick up where they had been forced to leave off by the fall of the Batista government.

One can well imagine the Mob doing the deed and saying nothing, but it's harder to imagine the Cuban exile keeping their mouths shut about such a monumental thing. It appears word did leak out, but I suppose the Anglo press in the US isn't going to pick up the hints and rumors that Solares Hill's correspondents have managed. I find the story fascinating, I confess, even as I wish Solares Hill would give this sort of coverage to the daily dramas of the Keys, more consistently and more forthrightly than they have lately. Nevertheless I also hope they get recognition for this crazy plausible tale of who it actually might have been that organized the unsolved mystery of who killed Kennedy.

Mailboxes Etcetera

This post is along overdue promise for Celia who wanted mailboxes on my blog. I now know where to find a vast assortment to spice up my blog when I feel like it.
I used to think the idea of a mail box project was overwhelming until I ended up on Caribbean Drive on Summerland Key. Every other mailbox was personalized:
This one was one of those East Coast style lighthouses built on land. Not the metal screw type used in the Florida Keys rock:
I liked the mermaid with her rouged cheeks and lips in a permanent pout:
I hope I can get closer than this to a manatee this winter, above, or this grouper (?) below.
While I grant you this stand pipe isn't technically a mail box I have never previously seen such a thing do double duty as a house number marker:
And to close out this series of tropical mail boxes here is mine on Indies Road on Ramrod Key. In the picture I managed to mask the fact that I recently dropped a coconut on it when pruning the tree above it, giving it a large, unsightly dent. My wife, who warned me of potential missile damage as I pruned the fruit had not a harsh word to say to me after I bombed our own mailbox. It is thanks to such forbearance that our marriage survives.
Mind you it took a fair bit of work on my part to bury this bugger in a bed of cement. We may tire of the decorated box but I promise you, that post is there to stay, come hell or high water.