Wells Fargo's stupid robber baron stagecoach has only just appeared in town since they bought Wachovia with taxpayer money and every time I see their sign I am reminded of the great 13 trillion dollar public bail out. Or was it $1.2 trillion? But in our happy fantasy world in Key West business is booming, thank God.
Tourists are crowding the sidewalks and spending their precious dollars in town which is all to the good. This character musing at the base of a palm trunk may get short shrift if the Mayor's new anti-bum plan gets implemented. The Police Chief backs it, in it's unannounced form, so we shall see what they produce eventually.
They are going to increase services for the deserving poor (as our Victorian forebears would have described them) and plan to crack down on panhandling and loitering, which frankly seems due. Apparently Mayor Cates has been seeking inspiration elsewhere in towns that seem to have a handle on this problem and has come home full of pre-election vim and vigor. I wish him well on this one.
For Sale, always for sale somewhere. I expect some entrepreneur will see opportunity in that sign. This next is NOT a Key West chicken.
People Up North have been complaining loudly about the heat this summer and yet down here it hasn't by most accounts been that terribly hot and muggy. But it has been hot enough.
90 something degrees in downtown was enough to convince him to get out his bedroom fan.
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