Sunday, October 21, 2012

Sleeper Awake!

I was on Whitehead Street and I saw a couple of tourists occupying my favorite table downtown. This is where I come with a con leche from Jeanna's Deli, more properly known as the Courthouse Deli these days. That's the convenience store across the street from the Green Parrot Bar. The table under the banyan tree in front of the county courthouse is a good place to take a break while downtown. As these tourists figured out.

When I first spotted them he was pointing a video camera straight in her face, from less than a foot and he appeared to be interrogating her, which struck me as rather odd behavior but she didn't seem to mind. Maybe she's given commentaries on home movies from all the world, and perhaps her piquant commentary will persuade hordes of her relatives to come to Key West in search of the Fountain of Youth or some other such fanciful thing. Mind you considering their company not ten feet away that sort of encouragement would be quite astonishing.

For all that he was fully dressed and pointing away from the happy couple I could not really consider him to be the best possible advertisement for Key West's undoubted charms. I suppose I should have taken the opportunity to point out the value of the constitutional protections he enjoys by lying in the grass in a public place on a weekday afternoon, completely unmolested. All I could think was how does Naples (Florida) manage to be so clean and tidy and bum free while Key West can't maintain the same distinction? It all adds to the quirky nature of the Southernmost City, I suppose.

The tourists on Whitehead photographed above were not actually photographing the bum, he whom they affected not to notice. They were charmed by actual Key West quirk:

It really is a pretty spot at 500 Whitehead Street, all grass and trees and shade and chickens in the shadow of the county building.

The sylvan scene marred only slightly by the presence of the determined sleeper in their midst.


Anonymous said...

One of my favorite Key West spots....

RedInkstone said...

Too, I know the third meaning allayed, were chivalry still something, and by far a duel would be fit to suit the day-- 'stead consequences render me utterly sad.

Do I like stepping out of doors and scaring the crap out of / everyone ? No; How I miss the ease that was 'me', and I'm suggested, alternatively, 'a fantastic means of forgetting', not really--

I'm private and always intense and hate the responsibility.

I'm a writer, who does have a hard-body being, but not a mastodon.

Those that don't know you or me, or what was that morning I woke when someone said: Would you like to impose on every being? It was not asked of me, like love, I didn't 'select' to participate after weighing my options.

Come to term, distaste is something that breeds, in the sense that if you willingly oppress someone they come to not like you-- surprise ! Politics out the window.

Am I, really, the one pedaling backwards to send my beloved a poetess of the empire, amazing work, and not care, or I never defined someone by their gender or identities or ethnicity until it was forced upon me-- perhaps I believed too much in this post-of-post states; I recoil only at cruelty.

So many issues and still I see we are not ready.

I wore my Italianate belt with pride only for the fact it represented my father's work and that of my grandfather (at college, I admittedly escaped, sorry for fathers, I'm not much of 'that' draft anyways, I'm pretty hard but I wish it be for other reasons and means and ways-- I once thought of being a Marine when I cared not much about life, or anything, but then there was Jackie, who eased something more out of me) and their quandaries, that we have to live midst present day.

Boston, New York, Atlanta, Chicago, Brazil are not what they are baring these days-- And in Brazil I encountered a really savvy thief, a young boy on a long walk to his home that still makes me think:

Perhaps we can avoid tragedy--

Anonymous said...

Oh goodness Redinkstone again!

Conchscooter said...

He needs his meds, somebody please.

Cindy said...

I had to spend 10 days at my sister's house in Key Largo earlier this month. It's my Keys ritual to walk the old 7-mile bridge at least once during a visit, but with temps that read "85, feels like 97" even at 6:30am there was no way. I've lived in the Oregon cool too long. But in a couple months I'll be day-dreaming on the Truman & Co website again. And meanwhile -- YAYYY! BIG PICTURES again. Congratulations. Cheers, Cindy

elzregina said...

I was thinking "um...err???". Glad to know it wasn't me. LOL!