I am of the old school of journalism where the header doesn't change as it is the identifier, the signpost in a confused and messy web world. I liked the old header, but my Vespa GTS is long gone not to be replaced and too many people got freaked out by the lovely picture I had of the Key West cemetery with all its associations of mortality and decay and death. So, change is good right? I am not so sure but every critical person loves sunsets and I like my Bonneville. I thought about putting Cheyenne up there but she is in every essay almost and when she dies it would be too painful to face my blog so there it is, she gets a postage stamp sized picture in the profile. Bonneville+Sunset+Key West Dairy. Can I go now and do something useful with this lovely sunny day?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Vignettes
It has been a busy winter so far with plenty of visitors. Doug (left) with his partner Brian came for a weekend of fun in Key West from their home in San Diego where they work in the burgeoning electronics industry. We met Doug a dozen years ago sailing in Mexico. He is an accomplished mechanic and kept his Alden 32 motorsailer going despite numerous mechanical failures, with good cheer and a great sense of humor.
My wife and I turned left at the Panama Canal to cruise the Western Caribbean, while Doug turned right from Acapulco and crossed the South Pacific in a cloud of adventures and wild times. I remember particularly one story where he left an anchorage for a day sail and outside the reef conditions were such that he couldn't get back inside and was forced to sail downwind in increasingly strong winds so that he was obliged to embark, unprepared on a week long unexpected sail to the next secure anchorage. Doug tells a great story.
The recent fullish moon left a nice golden imprint across the salt ponds across from our house. This is I fear the only mediocre picture I got of the event. It really was lovely though.
Eye candy up next. A windy afternoon at the Key West Bight, known to tourists as the Historic Seaport.
On the last morning young Kristi was training with me on night shift she asked facetiously if I would walk her out to her car, a gesture of consideration after several weeks of knocking her into shape to be the excellent Channel One operator she is bound to become. We left the building together and spotted this, in the lobby:
And speaking of out of town visitors on binges here we have one last picture of Therese, now safely back at work at the United Nations in the Hague potting decorative plants around my home.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)