The bridge tender who died in a propane truck accident in 1981 as the new high span bridge was planned to replace it:
I was reminded of the Seven Mile Bridge history as I looked at pictures of a day out in Marathon, Chuck and I rode one day. His Harley was on Craigslist and now he has a classic Suzuki for his new life, not in Key West: It's Better in Bisbee | Living on the edge…
There we went overseas on the bridge. I cannot imagine living swapping turquoise water for parched desert hills...
The Florida beach life puts in an appearance in Spring in Key West:
...and this part of the world has its own beauty, for sure. Monterey Bay is spectacular.
I met Tim in Dekray Beach in 1981 and we are still in touch. He has always had a hankering to be in the tropics but he loves Hawaii, not Florida. But his high tech work keeps him living on his boat in Sabta a Cruz, cold bad foggy, a life that got to me after twenty years.
Santa Cruz and Key West share some things, aside from both bring more or less snow free...homeless people throng to Santa Cruz where they debate, just as Key West debates what to do...
Downtown has no cruise ships in the California university town and they manage to make Pacific Avenue look pretty on a sunny Spring Day, rather prettier in my estimation than Duval Street.
But under the palm trees socks are only worn for work.
Coconuts are a nuisance mot an exotic, as they produce tons of fronds that need cleaning up and the nuts fall and debt cars...and heads.
Key West, hot sunny and timeless.
I feel lucky to have lived on both coasts and enjoyed both and to have landed on this side for what seems likely to be the last leg of this momentary adventure we call Life.