The old Buy One Get One (Free) was a concept whose time came at a fortuitous moment in my Key West life when the idea of a sandwich for $8 followed by a second sandwich for no more money seemed like a lifesaver. Or a pasta dish with a second dish included for $13 made choosing dinner simple. Abundance worked at a time when time was short and money only a little longer. Memorial Day meant income for tourist related business and it's employees (or contract workers as the scam had it). 
Now the Truman Avenue hole in the wall is called Wingmasters but still and yet the ugly change of management sign refers back to the halcyon abundance of BOGO. The generosity of Buy One Get One is burned in my memory as the super abundance of a time before the sky rocketing of world food prices.
Cheyenne and I slunk past the sign on Olivia Street. "She's mine" I wanted to announce to any passer by who was not even listening, "I have her vaccination papers in my wallet." I hope Farley is happy wherever he is. I know whoever owned him isn't.
Memorial Day and one's thoughts turn to hot dogs and summer fun when actually we should be thinking about some other more grounded stuff. It has always struck me as odd, coming from a world where Armistice Day was celebrated in the cold and leafless dreariness of a fast approaching winter, to mark death with the advent of summer. I have had my own unworthy thought: It's big paycheck time tonight as I'm working on an official holiday, and frankly I've earned it considering how much trouble the drunken celebration of summer has had me paying attention night after night in police dispatch this holiday weekend. And finally on the subject of death and resurrection a light note from Ace Summerland Hardware, the best ironmongers in the Lower Keys at Mile Marker 25:
What possesses them to make passers by laugh I'm not sure but they are a cheerful helpful lot inside. I have a sneaking suspicion they will be open today to lend a helping hand. Some of us have to work.
Now the Truman Avenue hole in the wall is called Wingmasters but still and yet the ugly change of management sign refers back to the halcyon abundance of BOGO. The generosity of Buy One Get One is burned in my memory as the super abundance of a time before the sky rocketing of world food prices.
Cheyenne and I slunk past the sign on Olivia Street. "She's mine" I wanted to announce to any passer by who was not even listening, "I have her vaccination papers in my wallet." I hope Farley is happy wherever he is. I know whoever owned him isn't.Memorial Day and one's thoughts turn to hot dogs and summer fun when actually we should be thinking about some other more grounded stuff. It has always struck me as odd, coming from a world where Armistice Day was celebrated in the cold and leafless dreariness of a fast approaching winter, to mark death with the advent of summer. I have had my own unworthy thought: It's big paycheck time tonight as I'm working on an official holiday, and frankly I've earned it considering how much trouble the drunken celebration of summer has had me paying attention night after night in police dispatch this holiday weekend. And finally on the subject of death and resurrection a light note from Ace Summerland Hardware, the best ironmongers in the Lower Keys at Mile Marker 25:What possesses them to make passers by laugh I'm not sure but they are a cheerful helpful lot inside. I have a sneaking suspicion they will be open today to lend a helping hand. Some of us have to work.
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