A house on stilts, a long staircase up to the front door, the sun setting over New Town in Key West. The gray kennel is a hint that I was out on foot.
This isn't the cute touristy part of Key West but they like to emulate the cement markers used historically to label streets, here on a light pole.
Or there is the modern version, Ashby and Laird in the dying sun.
New Town used to be open fields with dairy cows and fruit trees criss crossed by whit gravel lanes. Then heap air conditioning came along, outsiders wanted to buy the ramshackle wooden huts downtown and residents could buy "proper" sized lots and build normal ranch homes and share the American dream with the rest of the country.
Long straight streets, ample parking, lots of trees.
Houses can be a lot bigger in this part of town. 
Trespassing anyone? Oops, luckily there's that lovely sign to remind you that walking in people's yards is not kosher. 
I found a spare cushion in an empty lot, just in case.
Cheyenne found something. 
I like New Town, all modern conveniences, quiet, tourist free, lots of parking and within easy scooter distance of anywhere you need to be. 
Some people like their chickens enough that if they don't have real ones pottery ones will do:
Apparently some people like steak tartar enough to publicize their preference. I like mine done on the charred side of medium. 
I found this piece of raw food lying in the grass unattended.
Outdoor dust catcher: 
This isn't the cute touristy part of Key West but they like to emulate the cement markers used historically to label streets, here on a light pole.Or there is the modern version, Ashby and Laird in the dying sun.New Town used to be open fields with dairy cows and fruit trees criss crossed by whit gravel lanes. Then heap air conditioning came along, outsiders wanted to buy the ramshackle wooden huts downtown and residents could buy "proper" sized lots and build normal ranch homes and share the American dream with the rest of the country.Long straight streets, ample parking, lots of trees.Houses can be a lot bigger in this part of town. 
Trespassing anyone? Oops, luckily there's that lovely sign to remind you that walking in people's yards is not kosher. 
I found a spare cushion in an empty lot, just in case.Cheyenne found something. 
I like New Town, all modern conveniences, quiet, tourist free, lots of parking and within easy scooter distance of anywhere you need to be. 
Some people like their chickens enough that if they don't have real ones pottery ones will do:Apparently some people like steak tartar enough to publicize their preference. I like mine done on the charred side of medium. 
I found this piece of raw food lying in the grass unattended.
Outdoor dust catcher: 
I like the separation possible in New Town. I am growing into a grumpy old git, I fear. 
It isn't what they first think of when they say they are coming to Key West on vacation, but it is Key West, nonetheless.
Big sky country. It isn't what they first think of when they say they are coming to Key West on vacation, but it is Key West, nonetheless.
7 comments:
Dear Sir:
"Laird" is the title I would prefer the neighbors to use in addressing me, if, in fact, I wanted them to talk to me at all. As it is, I am quite content to have them spit on the ground whenever I walk by. The men fear me. The woman secretly want me. The children know the source of their DNA when I pass by.
I had the nagging feeling that something has been missing from these recent blogs of yours, so I ran through my Conchskooter checklist.
• quaint streets and byways (check)
• odd architectural elements (check)
• bizarre plants (check)
• shit and detritus strewn in the bushes (check)
• white dog (check)
• cutely stupid signs (check)
• political bile (check)
• motorcycle or scooter (?????)
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I am so sorry to have learned you sold the Triumph and took up checkers, so you'd have something to do while sitting amidt the hybiscus in your decling years.
I bet the wooly hat is some comfort to you though. Are you reduced to sitting on a hot water bottle yet?
Fondest regards and everything,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
I sneak out of the house on the Bonneville when Cheyenne isn't looking and I commute to work on it. My colleagues are wrinkling their noses when I arrive as they say my ride smells of dog piss. Can't think why. I am working on my commuting essays which have been delayed by illness and excessive overtime. Imagine that. We have overtime to spare and the rest of America is unemployed. Is this place weird or what? Got to love the Keys.
Ps. Fuck off riepe . I'll be driving my Nissan on the 1500 miler as I can't remember how to stay upright and my wife won't but me a sidecar.
ZING!!!!!
I like the separation. I like quiet a lot. I found what you wrote to Jack in the P.S. to be humorous. Guess that makes me a grumpy old grit, too. I'm also quiete okay with that.
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Dear Conch:
Your note is the fact... The PS is the sentiment. Of course, I suspected you needed a sidecar to remain upright, when you traded in your old ballet shoes for newer, pinker, orthopedic ones.
Many of your readers have been anticipating a sidecar in your future for quite some time now. If you are planning to ride a Ural on the 1500-miler,arriving here in May, I suggest you leave now.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
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