On my walks around town I find it important not to forget to look up from time to time, rather in the manner of the hero in a horror movie who forgets to check the rafters for the lurking monster, clearly visible to the riled up audience. In my more prosaic world, looking up yields pretty views.
There have been a few rain showers lately, enough to refresh momentarily but not enough to really soak the soil. I am looking forward to dramatic dark summer afternoons of wind and sudden heavy downpours. I will probably regret saying that by the time they arrive.
I like to disguise myself in a brightly colored shirt as a tourist, not easy to do when walking a large dog very much at home on the streets of the Southernmost City. These are not disguised persons, they are genuine visitors enjoying a Key West Diary view of the city:
Looking down Ann Street I saw a solitary plastic beer glass sitting ion the middle of the road. I started to have a Victor Meldrew Moment http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Foot_in_the_Grave muttering to myself "I don't believe it," but of course I did believe it even though it was early afternoon. I suppose in the grand scheme of things a misplaced glass of beer is no big deal.
Nevertheless I could not help but ask myself, how the devil did it get forgotten there of all places?
There have been a few rain showers lately, enough to refresh momentarily but not enough to really soak the soil. I am looking forward to dramatic dark summer afternoons of wind and sudden heavy downpours. I will probably regret saying that by the time they arrive.I like to disguise myself in a brightly colored shirt as a tourist, not easy to do when walking a large dog very much at home on the streets of the Southernmost City. These are not disguised persons, they are genuine visitors enjoying a Key West Diary view of the city:Looking down Ann Street I saw a solitary plastic beer glass sitting ion the middle of the road. I started to have a Victor Meldrew Moment http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Foot_in_the_Grave muttering to myself "I don't believe it," but of course I did believe it even though it was early afternoon. I suppose in the grand scheme of things a misplaced glass of beer is no big deal.Nevertheless I could not help but ask myself, how the devil did it get forgotten there of all places? 
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I'm back; you around?
Chuck on Fleming.
Dear Sir:
Containers full of amber liquid are not uncommon on the quieter streets of Manhttan (adjacent to the Bowery), late at night. But the liquid is usually piss, left there by a woman, who filled it in the privacy of a car.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
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