Torchwood is reputed to be very hard and burn slowly not that I have ever knowingly seen any or burned any, but there are these three islands in the myriad lumps of limestone and coral between Big Pine and Key West.
I drove Cheyenne out yesterday morning and we walked for a little while along the road, I watching the sun come up, she nose to the ground. A school bus passed, just to remind us that even out here the long arm of free public education reaches, for now. Highway One looking toward Ramrod Key across the channel was not particularly busy, which is another indicator of the departure of snowbirds. For some reason even the daily commute gets clogged when lots of non working visitors are in the islands.
If I were here in retirement I would make it a point not to drive during the commute but they don't seem to mind adding to the congestion at peak hours. Luckily I am not obliged to find an explanation for the inexplicable. 
To be standing at the roadside in pure silence watching the sun break through the clouds is one of life's more perfect experiences. The little rain we have had has brought out a fine crop of mosquitoes in the Torch Keys, and the fact that I left a window open in the car while we walked, meant that I had a Mr Bean moment when I got back in the Ford.
I sat there for a moment wondering why there were so many insects in my car and then they started biting and I started thrashing. I might have looked very odd to someone outside looking in, but happily Cheyenne and I were still alone on the road. Like the late great Spalding Gray I try to have a perfect moment here and there and reality always manages to intrude. Fucking mosquitoes.
A waterfront home is a thing of beauty, a comfortable retreat and I enjoy my canal side home a great deal. It is not on the open water which comforts me when the winds reach hurricane force and it is but three quarters of a mile from the Great Trunk Road that connects the Keys. Highway One unhappily does not always look it's best as it passes through our wire hung, neon lit communities.
I drove Cheyenne out yesterday morning and we walked for a little while along the road, I watching the sun come up, she nose to the ground. A school bus passed, just to remind us that even out here the long arm of free public education reaches, for now. Highway One looking toward Ramrod Key across the channel was not particularly busy, which is another indicator of the departure of snowbirds. For some reason even the daily commute gets clogged when lots of non working visitors are in the islands.
If I were here in retirement I would make it a point not to drive during the commute but they don't seem to mind adding to the congestion at peak hours. Luckily I am not obliged to find an explanation for the inexplicable. To be standing at the roadside in pure silence watching the sun break through the clouds is one of life's more perfect experiences. The little rain we have had has brought out a fine crop of mosquitoes in the Torch Keys, and the fact that I left a window open in the car while we walked, meant that I had a Mr Bean moment when I got back in the Ford.I sat there for a moment wondering why there were so many insects in my car and then they started biting and I started thrashing. I might have looked very odd to someone outside looking in, but happily Cheyenne and I were still alone on the road. Like the late great Spalding Gray I try to have a perfect moment here and there and reality always manages to intrude. Fucking mosquitoes.A waterfront home is a thing of beauty, a comfortable retreat and I enjoy my canal side home a great deal. It is not on the open water which comforts me when the winds reach hurricane force and it is but three quarters of a mile from the Great Trunk Road that connects the Keys. Highway One unhappily does not always look it's best as it passes through our wire hung, neon lit communities.
The Shell Station on Ramrod Key is selling regular gas for $4.11 a gallon. I hope Saudi Arabia doesn't give in and go down in the flame of protest. As pathetic as it is we need our friendly Middle East irrational dictatorship to keep pumping crude so I can take my dog for interesting walks. I hope the oppressed of the Middle East can see their way to forgive my absurd driving habits.
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