I have been trying to keep my cell phone about my person but I am failing. The thing irritates me, but it seems that as much as "forget" to carry it with me, others never leave it behind.
I'd rather share my dog's pleasure and the views of splendid Key West. This space used to be an electrical sub station humming all the time and now it's a pocket park public sculpture and all.
I have enjoyed this dead end sign at the cemetery, as have long time readers. However they recently changed the direction of traffic on Angela Street alongside the dead, why I don't know. And some smart person added their own take to the signage...
Instead of telephoning riepe and plaguing him with nasty comments I enjoy the Key West architecture as I walk.
This block of Grinnell, between the cemetery and Southard Street is very green.
Cheyenne enjoys the beauty in her own particular way.
I took these pictures yesterday so the sun has returned and the cold front has evaporated though there is still a cool breeze, but around 4pm yesterday it was close to 80 degrees on Grinnell Street. My idea of what winter should be like.
Always remember the idyll has no offsets between homes as pretty as they may be.
I think Cheyenne would like to do this on a busy street:
And so, in the fullness of time we reached Five Brothers on Southard Street, the Cuban grocery
par excellence.
Happily their other outlet is across the Highway from my street on Ramrod Key. Whence my dog and I repaired after we took this picture, hungry as hunters and ready for dinner. London Broil for me, kibble for her. As it should be.
I have been trying to keep my cell phone about my person but I am failing. The thing irritates me, but it seems that as much as "forget" to carry it with me, others never leave it behind.
I'd rather share my dog's pleasure and the views of splendid Key West. This space used to be an electrical sub station humming all the time and now it's a pocket park public sculpture and all.
Instead of telephoning riepe and plaguing him with nasty comments I enjoy the Key West architecture as I walk.
Cheyenne enjoys the beauty in her own particular way.
I took these pictures yesterday so the sun has returned and the cold front has evaporated though there is still a cool breeze, but around 4pm yesterday it was close to 80 degrees on Grinnell Street. My idea of what winter should be like. 
Always remember the idyll has no offsets between homes as pretty as they may be. 
I think Cheyenne would like to do this on a busy street: 
And so, in the fullness of time we reached Five Brothers on Southard Street, the Cuban grocery par excellence. 
Happily their other outlet is across the Highway from my street on Ramrod Key. Whence my dog and I repaired after we took this picture, hungry as hunters and ready for dinner. London Broil for me, kibble for her. As it should be.
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Being female means Cheyenne can't lift a leg, right? To, you know...
Pardon my ignorance, but I've had cats all my adult life.
__Orin
Scootin' Old Skool
Cheyenne is very shy. She goes deep into the woods to take a dump and she doesn't mark her way much. she is the ideal dog. And she knows my worth as she likes being with me. Oh and she never gets drunk so she can always be counted on to be the designated driver.
I had great difficulty picking up the carry the cell phone all the time habit. When my last wristwatch gave out, I decided not to replace it and started to use my phone as my time piece. It worked, but I usually only turn my phone on to check the time. Fundamentally, I simply reject the notion that I must be instantly available to anyone 24/7.
I have discovered a very liberating thing. My camera has a built in clock. Amazing. Now all they need to do is to make a pocket computer to use as a phone that takes pictures...shit I think they have. I am not going to buy one. So There.
Dear Sir:
Your attempt to take "artsy" photographs by simply tilting the camera is not only amateurish, but also intensely aggravating. And that hideous sculpture in the "pocket park" would be best moved to the cemetery, and added to the Conch Train Tour as the "Statue of a huge Sock Puppet Playing with a Sock Puppet."
If I had to live in a house that was as close to my neighbor's as these, I'd eat chili all day and stick a whistle in my ass. Then after a few days of this, I could just whistle any time and have the satisfaction of hearing hundreds of windows slamming shut.
Sincerely,
Lindsey L.
County Jail of Your Choice, Ca.
Dear Editor:
I'm writing to tell you how much my mom loves the pictures you take by holding the camera on a slight angle. She has dementia and has always wanted to see Key West from the deck of a pitching ship. Many times it seems as if your topics and photos are crafted specifically to meet her needs. For example, the way you subtly convey that the dog is really in charge and makes all the big decisions in your life.
Thank you for doing all this without any form of compensation, other than the privilege of looking into the windows of people you don't know, and snapping away.
Tom Timlin
Tinglesburg, Tennessee
Dear Key West Diary:
I am the woman in the second photograph. Despite the fact that I am smoking a cigarette, I have been going to the gym three times a day for the last four years. And do you know what happened? My ass fell off. My butt is now as flat as the southeast face of the Rock of Gibraltar. Look at it. I have discovered that a flat ass is almost as unattractive as a fat one.
To make matters worse, I walk around town giving folks the impression I am chatting ion a cell phone. Yet if you look carefully, you will notice my left hand is actually a huge lobster claw. While unattractive, it is great for catching those chickens that run around town.
Sincerely,
The Assless Claw of Key West
Key West, NJ
Dear Jack: don't you have thursday's twisted Roads to write? Sigh. Nubile young woman kissing cheyenne tomorrow just for you to criticize.
Glad to see you were able to wake Jack from the dead...............
Dear Conchscooter:
For your information, I spent the morning at the brain doctor's. Then I attempted to blow bubbles by dipping a hula hoop into a wading pool of Hersey's chocolate syrup. The day has not been productive. All I did was annoy the lingerie models I was attempting to insert in chocolate bubbles.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
Dear Conch:
They are after me... They mustn't get the code... The secret message is for your eyes only... See if you can figure it out... Before it's too late....
“IXCN VRX”
Oh my God... They found me! Arrrrrrgggghhhhhh.
Dear Occupant:
Please disregard the previous message. It was sent to you by mistake. Do not attempt to decode the gibberish, unless you want to try it in our office, downtown.
It has finally come down to this.
Sincerely,
Sacco and Vanzetti
The Key West Chicken Trust
I am astonished you know of Sacco and Vanzetti. We must discuss anarchism when we get together this summer to drink and admire Fireballs.
Thanks for the history lesson. Led me on a google search and some interesting reading.
we are here to serve (riepe less so).
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