I love wandering aimlessly and doing so with a dog in tow means one has to aim for places to walk. The Bat Tower which I haven't photographed in a while will do for a start on a drive into town.
I left the camera in the kennel as there would be nothing to photograph of course. Yet I had to walk back to the car because I saw this and had no idea what it means. Are Honda Ruckus riders cool? 
The dog might not be cool but she was seeking refrigeration after a short walk in the sun.
Cheyenne was suffering the after effects of our death march the day before. I saw these nerds on my way into town on the Boulevard. That they were riding has nothing to do with the fact that bare legs and espadrilles made me sniff contemptuously. Motorcycle envy does horrible things to one's immortal soul and I should have liked the chance to be riding, even in sandals.
I had an appointment so I parked the kennel and took a middle of Old Town stroll. I enjoy the area around Fleming and Southard between White and Simonton because there is always something to see. This illustrates why hitches are quick release. Mine rides in the trunk of the kennel and doesn't trip people up or extend my car into the next parking spot. 
Southard Street and I figured I could work my way through on foot.
After I gave a couple of tourists directions to a likely lunch spot or two I came across this. I would guess, thanks to the color of the tail that it's a yellow tail snapper. However because anglers are so difficult it's probably a lesser spotter drum wrasse juvenile. Or some such inexplicable string of words.
What happened to the head is a question that raises all kinds of unpleasant speculation. And why it ended up on the sidewalk...?
Actually the sidewalk was closed by the digging and the side street, I think it was William, was closed. We turned back. I saw this pretty little porch arrangement which put me in mind of southern gentility. 
Bring me a mint julep. I prefer rum, so make it a Mojito on a doily. Look at this classic conch porch. Tennessee Williams ain't in it.
This one is pretty classic, but imagine the fortitude of people who live in a house propped up by struts!
How in the name of all that's holy did this get here?
I walked past the former Haitian Art Gallery, now on Truman Avenue, and I looked inside the new gallery and it looked lovely.
Mangroves are cool enough to paint so all I can do is take their picture. This man adjusting his velo is part of the housing agglomeration I like to call Quebec Ville Sud that huddles around Rest beach in winter. I no longer envy them as we too have almost, sort of, universal health insurance, similar to those northern latitude socialistes!
Oh, wait a minute. We don't want any of that nasty Canadian stuff that egalitarian Canadians love so much. Hell, if we did we'd all have Cadillacs. What would be the fun then? 
But in Canada, land of niceness they don't have suave hostelries like Eden House. You need to visit Key West and spend tourist dollars here to see this classic hang out.
This guy sent me a private e-mail about his classic blue Sportster I photographed recently. I saw him stepping out of the house and we said hello. It was great standing there having a wide ranging conversation about everything under the sun. He said he knew of people who live in Key West who read this blog which sounds inexplicable to me as I don't understand why people who live here would want to look at pictures of their streets. Chuck explained it on the grounds apparently some people manage to live in Key West and forget to smell the bougainvillea as they go about their daily business. It takes so much effort to get here and frequently to stay here that I find that odd, but there we are.
Chuck is a smart guy and is working on some clever alternative energy ideas about which we nattered. It was a very pleasant interlude. 
I hope he succeeds because when I talk to engineers like Chuck I actually feel a stirring of hope that things may well get better one day. The fact that he rides a motorcycle is a bonus. I used to ride a Stella until it blew up a few weeks after I got it home. I saw this lovely vintage red for sale at the Yamaha shop which is doing a land sale business selling Genuine Buddys. I expect some optimist special-ordered the Stella all the way from India. I hope they have better quality control these days. My wife got agitated when I told her how lovely it looked. "Not to me!" she said, remembering the misery of the broken oil pump, seized engine and the fight to get it fixed. It had all of 2,800 miles on the clock when my $4,000 Stella 150 blew up. Not one of my better investments!
I don't know what happened or why but please note the two wheeler comes off second best in every case. Here on the Cow Key Bridge northbound. This also held me back from my appointment so perhaps Chuck's intelligent conversation wasn't to blame for my tardiness.
I was trying to broaden my understanding computing and I slid into a seat at the back of the Adult Ed class at the College Library. 
Adult Ed is weird. We revert to childhood mannerisms at the drop of a hat. Look at this granddad, like me raised in a more polite educational era. Please, teacher!
It was a long afternoon in town and lucky for Cheyenne I carry food, cookies and water in the kennel for use in emergencies: 
And by the time we finally got home after dinner with friends in town, there was but one thing left to do: 
Sleep, tired nature's sweet restorer, as the poet puts it.
I left the camera in the kennel as there would be nothing to photograph of course. Yet I had to walk back to the car because I saw this and had no idea what it means. Are Honda Ruckus riders cool? The dog might not be cool but she was seeking refrigeration after a short walk in the sun.
Cheyenne was suffering the after effects of our death march the day before. I saw these nerds on my way into town on the Boulevard. That they were riding has nothing to do with the fact that bare legs and espadrilles made me sniff contemptuously. Motorcycle envy does horrible things to one's immortal soul and I should have liked the chance to be riding, even in sandals. I had an appointment so I parked the kennel and took a middle of Old Town stroll. I enjoy the area around Fleming and Southard between White and Simonton because there is always something to see. This illustrates why hitches are quick release. Mine rides in the trunk of the kennel and doesn't trip people up or extend my car into the next parking spot. Southard Street and I figured I could work my way through on foot.After I gave a couple of tourists directions to a likely lunch spot or two I came across this. I would guess, thanks to the color of the tail that it's a yellow tail snapper. However because anglers are so difficult it's probably a lesser spotter drum wrasse juvenile. Or some such inexplicable string of words.What happened to the head is a question that raises all kinds of unpleasant speculation. And why it ended up on the sidewalk...?Actually the sidewalk was closed by the digging and the side street, I think it was William, was closed. We turned back. I saw this pretty little porch arrangement which put me in mind of southern gentility. Bring me a mint julep. I prefer rum, so make it a Mojito on a doily. Look at this classic conch porch. Tennessee Williams ain't in it.This one is pretty classic, but imagine the fortitude of people who live in a house propped up by struts!How in the name of all that's holy did this get here?I walked past the former Haitian Art Gallery, now on Truman Avenue, and I looked inside the new gallery and it looked lovely.Mangroves are cool enough to paint so all I can do is take their picture. This man adjusting his velo is part of the housing agglomeration I like to call Quebec Ville Sud that huddles around Rest beach in winter. I no longer envy them as we too have almost, sort of, universal health insurance, similar to those northern latitude socialistes!
Oh, wait a minute. We don't want any of that nasty Canadian stuff that egalitarian Canadians love so much. Hell, if we did we'd all have Cadillacs. What would be the fun then? But in Canada, land of niceness they don't have suave hostelries like Eden House. You need to visit Key West and spend tourist dollars here to see this classic hang out.
This guy sent me a private e-mail about his classic blue Sportster I photographed recently. I saw him stepping out of the house and we said hello. It was great standing there having a wide ranging conversation about everything under the sun. He said he knew of people who live in Key West who read this blog which sounds inexplicable to me as I don't understand why people who live here would want to look at pictures of their streets. Chuck explained it on the grounds apparently some people manage to live in Key West and forget to smell the bougainvillea as they go about their daily business. It takes so much effort to get here and frequently to stay here that I find that odd, but there we are.Chuck is a smart guy and is working on some clever alternative energy ideas about which we nattered. It was a very pleasant interlude. I hope he succeeds because when I talk to engineers like Chuck I actually feel a stirring of hope that things may well get better one day. The fact that he rides a motorcycle is a bonus. I used to ride a Stella until it blew up a few weeks after I got it home. I saw this lovely vintage red for sale at the Yamaha shop which is doing a land sale business selling Genuine Buddys. I expect some optimist special-ordered the Stella all the way from India. I hope they have better quality control these days. My wife got agitated when I told her how lovely it looked. "Not to me!" she said, remembering the misery of the broken oil pump, seized engine and the fight to get it fixed. It had all of 2,800 miles on the clock when my $4,000 Stella 150 blew up. Not one of my better investments!I don't know what happened or why but please note the two wheeler comes off second best in every case. Here on the Cow Key Bridge northbound. This also held me back from my appointment so perhaps Chuck's intelligent conversation wasn't to blame for my tardiness.
I was trying to broaden my understanding computing and I slid into a seat at the back of the Adult Ed class at the College Library. Adult Ed is weird. We revert to childhood mannerisms at the drop of a hat. Look at this granddad, like me raised in a more polite educational era. Please, teacher!It was a long afternoon in town and lucky for Cheyenne I carry food, cookies and water in the kennel for use in emergencies: And by the time we finally got home after dinner with friends in town, there was but one thing left to do: Sleep, tired nature's sweet restorer, as the poet puts it.
10 comments:
Dear Sir:
Thank you for the pleasant ramble through town and through the yards and porches of yoir neighbors. Your blog has a way of making one feel smart... Especially as nothing could have duped me into buying a Stella. You spent $1.42 per mile on that bike. That's 8¢ less per mile than I spent on a jeep with a Corvette engine in it. (We all have something like a Stella in our past.) Is the old guy asking to go to the bathroom for the 3rd time in an hour?
The dog looks cool in the last picture.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
hi Michael -
The science fiction book I thought you'd like is "Transition" by Iain Banks.(about an assassin operating in simultaneous slightly different worlds...)
I like the leisurely pace of your blog. You're a good writer.
johnny coley
What computer course are you taking?
They need real courses for adults not grown up in the silicon age:
"Porn surfing for 55+ plus: don't click that download button so you don't get malware"
"Internet gift certificates: they are really paid coupons that don't work"
"Not saving everything to the desktop: yes you can put that into a folder"
"Double clicking the mouse without moving it"
"Installing a new hard drive without your 12 year old grandson"
The course was about creating a bootable USB drive from the Ubuntu Live CD for use with the IPad. Never underestimate Conchs, especially the freshwater ones.
Freshwater conchs taste gross. It was about ebay. I have since bought a classic russell hobbs kettle as a back up for my current one as they are no longer made. And a back up canon sx100 for my current one. I know what I like and people keep changing things. its very annoying.
I should have bought a spare 2wire wireless internet dsl box as that has now blown up and it's a race against time: will the new $60 box arrive before I run out of prepared essays? AT&T says yes, I don't know. A day may come when there will not be a new essay on this page at one minute after midnight...
I am impressed. Interesting the iPad is out today I think and you are going to blow Ubuntu onto it? Nice. Why?
My jury is still out on the iPad. It is bigger than the iphone, but not as powerful than a netbook. Little rich then for an "in between" device at $400. Is the touch screen that special? Now, if it was a tablet for notes and mindmaps? Yeah, that might work, but then it is a little small.
And Ubuntu 9.10 on my Rackspace cloud is the bomb.
A colleague of mine was nattering on ast night about not going to bed and going instead to pick up his i thing from UPS. I think the world is mad.
Hey Johnny, my pictures of Bombingham I hope to post later in the week if I get internet service back...send me the website name you told me about as i would like to chekc that out too and i forget what it is called.
Dear Conch,
I meant to tell you how impressed I was with your portable baseball-cap-water-trough invention in your recent post. Ingenious, in my humble opinion.
I'm thinking the iPad is something I can easily pass up, at least at this point. The simple question "why" should I want one is really a toughie! Aside from the price, that is. Much better things to do with $500 than donate to Apple.
Ruckus riders are cool, BTW, at least in their own small circle. Actually, the 250cc Ruckus was a very nice machine. Honda, in their wisdom, naturally, decided not to continue to sell it in the US. Too bad. Lots of potential, IMHO. Cool looking, too, in the same way every mother loves automatically loves their offspring.
Ciao,
Chuck
At the moment my home internet has failed and work has blocked many of my preferred sites (including yours) so an Ipad doesn't seem so bad!
This is a time of frugality so the fact the car broke, the boat needed more work than expected, the boat trailer broke, the portable hurricane generator needs a tune up, my glasses broke, the dog needed a vet to clear up an ear infection,and the car service engine light came back on is all just amounting to another great day in the Great Depression of the 21 st century. A death among friends just helps make it all worse. Grrr!
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