It's stone crab season about now though I am one of those who wonder at the effort it takes to catch crack and cook the claws for the meat thereby gained. At least the crab doesn't give up it's life to feed the fad. Construction and renovation will keep rearing it's head in these essays:
This old loading dock off Eaton at Grinnell looks like it will soon be something else.
The picture above confirms my recent statement that in Key West men always ride in front of women. Len argued unconvincingly that he rides in front of his wife because he is the only one who knows where they are going. The dude below was earnestly peddling a contraption that rivals my pink Crocs for sissiness.
This family got strung out on their bicycles. This youngster peddled hard to keep up with Mom somewhere off Southard Street...
...or was it Fleming? The rest of the brood chased along like ducklings crossing the street.
This elderly MG moves around town from time to time, the occupants as exposed to the weather as though riding a motorcycle, with all the disadvantages of bulk of a four wheeler.
But with the advantage of Fantasy Fest beads on the hood.
My wife lusts after a Fiat 500 convertible like this one.
It seems we are not alone in our attraction toward the new flagship of the revived Italian marque in the US.
I see these $20,000 wheels all over the place in South Florida. Too bad the flat economy makes it seem like an extravagance. Fiat 500 for her, Dodge Dart / Alfa Romeo Giulietta for him. Next year, after the Depression!
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