I left Cheyenne with the boys on Sugarloaf while I went to work and my wife had a girls weekend at a spa on a contest ticket she won, which you'd think means my girls were having fun and I wasn't. I had a good time at work actually and we had a few laughs coping with incipient disaster all night. No one died and a wife beater went to jail so all in all it was a good night at work. By the time the dawn came up I was ready to go home and have a weekend off, and luckily Cheyenne was glad to see me. She has such a good time with Wayne and Chuck I worry she'll forget me.
In winter Sugarloaf Boulevard looks like Grand Central Station with elderly snowbirds parading up and down in running gear and cycling helmets and high visibility clothing, like an army of road menders on the move. In summer they're all gone, their empty houses are still here paying lots of lovely property taxes and Cheyenne and I had the run of the Loop Road. 
And a fat load of good it did me. I was looking forward to watching the sun come up from the bridge half a mile in but Cheyenne had other plans. She had me groveling around filling a plastic bag with her used dinner and then she stood there and looked at me.
That look from my elderly Labrador says this is is as far as she goes. She held the pose long enough for me to fiddle with the camera and take the picture, then she turned and stumped back to the car.
She paused briefly to see what was what and then she marched to the car and stood outside the passenger door ready to go home. 
It occurs to me to wonder if anyone ever has been fined for littering because there sure were a lot of beer cans in the bushes. An absolute fortune in fines. In the seven years I've worked in dispatch at Key West PD I can only remember one traffic stop initiated for littering. I cheered, to my eternal shame because getting a ticket is a massive annoyance, this I know, but littering is somehow worse to me than a lot of moving violations. It is a deliberate and well considered act.
As ugly as the mangroves are to some people with all their gnarled twisted trunks and scrubby undergrowth I quite like these woods. 
A tourist friendly non native coconut palm is okay too.
In winter Sugarloaf Boulevard looks like Grand Central Station with elderly snowbirds parading up and down in running gear and cycling helmets and high visibility clothing, like an army of road menders on the move. In summer they're all gone, their empty houses are still here paying lots of lovely property taxes and Cheyenne and I had the run of the Loop Road. And a fat load of good it did me. I was looking forward to watching the sun come up from the bridge half a mile in but Cheyenne had other plans. She had me groveling around filling a plastic bag with her used dinner and then she stood there and looked at me.That look from my elderly Labrador says this is is as far as she goes. She held the pose long enough for me to fiddle with the camera and take the picture, then she turned and stumped back to the car.
She paused briefly to see what was what and then she marched to the car and stood outside the passenger door ready to go home. It occurs to me to wonder if anyone ever has been fined for littering because there sure were a lot of beer cans in the bushes. An absolute fortune in fines. In the seven years I've worked in dispatch at Key West PD I can only remember one traffic stop initiated for littering. I cheered, to my eternal shame because getting a ticket is a massive annoyance, this I know, but littering is somehow worse to me than a lot of moving violations. It is a deliberate and well considered act.
As ugly as the mangroves are to some people with all their gnarled twisted trunks and scrubby undergrowth I quite like these woods. A tourist friendly non native coconut palm is okay too.
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My biggest pet peeve is the littering of cigarette butts. Most people don't know they are plastic and do not degrade for decades. And worst place I see them is in the mulch at the park, or in the sand at the beach. Yuck.
Yuck indeed. They really do seem to be indestructible.
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