There are times when I'm out in public that I like to make a joke, an unconsidered trifle when I meet a stranger. I was at Gordon Food Service, Key West's only warehouse bulk grocery store buying mineral water. I walked up to the store after I carefully left the camera in the car and went to take a cart from the pile out front. I said to the employee "I'm sorry to wreck your display," to which the employee grinned and said: "Help yourself, it's not a display, it's Art," and we shared a laugh. 
So often I meet people who either don't have a clue what I'm talking about, don't speak English at all, never mind playing with words...the rare occasion I connect it's a red letter day and I had left the camera in the car. Oh well. This motorcycle is frankly just too weird for me, ape hanger handlebars, primary drive belt exposed and no front fender. 
This too might be art but it barely seems rideable. Perhaps it's art because I am too much of a doofoos to ride it... Looking at a large pile of bougainvillea cuttings I remembered my own little bush drowned in a downpour we had months ago. Mine is a pile of twigs which is a sad reminder I alone am unable to grow this plant.
These people had bougainvillea to spare. And then I passed the mystery car, a Pontiac shrouded and from what little I could see painted matt black.
Perhaps I will one day see it around town. If it is in working order I probably shall, as that is the nature of life in a small space, everyone comes by sooner or later. And then my favorite sign, supporting the high school athletes.
The billboard at Key West High calls them the "fighting Conchs." The murderous mollusks. The aggressive abalone. It just sounds rather odd.
So often I meet people who either don't have a clue what I'm talking about, don't speak English at all, never mind playing with words...the rare occasion I connect it's a red letter day and I had left the camera in the car. Oh well. This motorcycle is frankly just too weird for me, ape hanger handlebars, primary drive belt exposed and no front fender. This too might be art but it barely seems rideable. Perhaps it's art because I am too much of a doofoos to ride it... Looking at a large pile of bougainvillea cuttings I remembered my own little bush drowned in a downpour we had months ago. Mine is a pile of twigs which is a sad reminder I alone am unable to grow this plant.These people had bougainvillea to spare. And then I passed the mystery car, a Pontiac shrouded and from what little I could see painted matt black.Perhaps I will one day see it around town. If it is in working order I probably shall, as that is the nature of life in a small space, everyone comes by sooner or later. And then my favorite sign, supporting the high school athletes.The billboard at Key West High calls them the "fighting Conchs." The murderous mollusks. The aggressive abalone. It just sounds rather odd.
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'51-'52 Pontiac grille. Very distinctive; not that common. Since I can't see the emblem, the proof is in the design - and the wide chrome adornment running the length of the hood.
Interesting - but then again, so is Key West.
Key West is interesting because it's messy and untidy and divided and opinionated and non conformist and irregular. It's the best place I've lived.
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