Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
We promised ourselves a jaunt downtown this weekend, in the fond hope there would be no drama like car wrecks or mayhem and we just about got away with it. The object of the Sunday after ride was to see the Oscar nominated live action shorts (the ones that use human actors). Once upon a time Oscar nominated films only got seen by the Academy, that secretive body of Hollywood bigwigs who decide the merits of movies, and usually make a hash of it. Nowadays streaming, videos and theaters all offer us plebs a chance to see them and form our own opinions. So we went to the Tropic for 90 minutes of not-work-related oblivion.
It was a lovely evening, just a couple of weeks away from summer time which will extend evening daylight. Florida lawmakers have petitioned the Federal Government to make a couple of major changes in the state.First, and I think this may not be a bad idea, they want to incorporate the western panhandle, the part west of Tallahassee and Port St Joe into the Eastern time zone. Administratively it makes sense though sunrise and sunset may be a bit odd and not what they are used to...
The other change is to keep Florida on summer time year round. This I think would be a mistake for several reasons, as attractive as the idea may at first appear. It means that in winter it will be dark till about 7:30 in the morning which will not help commuters and students and schools even after they have dragged themselves from bed "in the middle of the night." Secondly Florida is a winter tourist state. Suddenly visitors from the Eastern seaboard will have to figure out the time difference. The modern inability to figure out how to tie a shoelace or change a car wheel gives me no confidence at all tourists from Atlanta to Portland will be able to remember that the time is different in Florida or by how much. Confusion will reign in all time zones, especially as in the summer the times will be the same in some areas... I remember visiting Arizona and the hotel reception at the Grand Canyon had a sign reminding guests about the time difference with California, next door and a huge source of tourists, but Arizona doesn't use summer time and creates confusion as it's time effectively moves back and forth out of step with it's neighbors.
Walking back to the car in its secret free parking spot I pondered the outrageous fee charged at the post office, $20 for two hours (with a discount if you are going to the movies) in the post office lot over the weekend. Key West is now filling up with winter residents who seemed to have held back this year arriving later perhaps to give advance parties time to scout out the (non existent) hurricane damage. They are now here in force complaining about parking and eccentric people and so forth in the usual way. I wish they brought more than money, perhaps joy and cheerfulness and eccentricity and tolerance with them. One snowbird told me he pays $2500 a year in taxes and he expects to be able to park in front of his own home. I wanted to point out it doesn't work that way but I sent parking control instead. Sigh.
I had hoped to go for a walk before work but there was no time so my wife dropped me off next to my Vespa parked in front of the building and she went off to Publix to hunt for food, while I braced for another endless night of taking complaints. I am amazed by the number of people who manage o drink themselves insensible in public places. If you come across a sleeper on the sidewalk note the location and a brief description (white male 60 years old green shirt blue shorts for example) and call 911. We are quite used to sending officers out to scoop the lost souls up and help them home or to the drunk tank. Florida law requires them to be handed over to someone who can take care of them and if they can't figure that out they end up at the jail in protective custody to get sober safely. Such a powerful drive to seek oblivion....
Day fades to night and the police station goes dark. The sergeant's office downstairs is where the supervising gets done, while the report writing room is where computers are available to fill out the reams of paperwork television shows never reveal. Most cops push more paper than guns - you'd be amazed. And then the only three civilians in the building sit upstairs, unarmed except for radios telephones and patience and wait for morning.
After 20 years in the Keys and 14 years at the police station I have forgotten a few things: that it usually snows in February in the Northern Hemisphere. And I have also forgotten most people sleep at night and don't deal with angry violent people at work. I wonder how I will feel when it is all over in three years and six months (but who's counting?). I plan to enjoy retirement.
Monday, February 26, 2018
I took too many photographs went I went to the Garden Club last Friday, the day of their plant sale.
Owing to the plant sale I did not get the serene silence and empty paths I enjoy best.
With many ways to enjoy the space some sat and looked while I got my big FZ300 camera out.
Hurricane Irma was not kind to one of the club's biggest trees, a giant banyan:
I took these pictures a couple of days after Hurricane Irma landed last September:
Though the place looked quite a bit more cheerful last Friday.
I was quite surprised to see a bunch of regular domestic plants growing happily.
I am neither a gardener nor a botanist, as must be obvious, but I enjoy a good garden like anyone.
This visit was a way to remind myself that hurricanes come and go...
...and to enjoy an afternoon playing with my camera.
I got the feeling from all the chatter that most of the people there were from Up North.
I heard one woman point out with great sadness that the growing season in Michigan is but three months long.
Yet one hears so many people go on about how Florida has no seasons. Suits me.
One fly in the ointment was this Aeolian Harp made out of bamboo tied to the fence with holes poked at various spots. Aeolus was the God of Wind (of all things. Rally) and he idea is that the wind makes your "harp"play. However it droned in a piteous way and i could have done well enough without it.
Everything is neatly labeled though I have no facility for remembering this stuff.
This in my opinion is a real crown of thorns, prickly pear though the fruit tastes good:
This I liked but I cannot for the life of me remember it's name. Lets call it Fred:
It has been windy for a while. Straight out of the east.
This is what the Torch Keys are named for. Apparently it burns well.
What a lovely afternoon.
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Somehow I wangled a three day weekend way from work. My wife, my dog and I took off for a seven hour drive to St Petersburg. St Petersburg is a destination we want to explore. You'd think Miami would be the closest big city worth seeing but St Petersburg draws our attention. Indeed I think it's probably a better place to live than Key West these days. In any event we always stop at the Miccosukee Tribal Rest Area off I-75, which is called Alligator Alley where the highway crosses the Everglades. And that stop allows time for a portrait of Joe Cool:
Most Florida interstates look like this picture below and for people expecting the Everglades to be atmospheric cypress swamps and live oak and basking alligators the actual River of Grass has to be something of a disappointment. Certainly those areas exist if you know where to find them but you would be better off asking photographer Clyde Butcher who likes to wade the Everglades with a box camera and tripod. This is what the place looks like as you drive the freeway. If you want a better look at swampy country take Highway 41 Tamiami Trail (Tampa-Miami Trail) further south.
Our first stop was to buy dinner to go. Rusty and I walked while my wife sought out our barbecue dinner. This part of St Petersburg shows no chain businesses at all which is quite surprising as so many towns struggle with the box store concept. St Petersburg has this vibrant Central Avenue which was filled with young people drinking craft beer and eating food from around the country and the world.
The Dali museum is holding an exhibit showcasing the world of Dali and Duchamp, another of those offbeat pairings of Dali that we would never imagine. I really enjoyed the exhibit of Dali and Disney from a couple of years ago. Marcel Duchamp was more challenging and his study of a nude female figure seen as though by a voyeur freaked out the museum so much they prohibited photography so you will have to go see it for yourself. It's really nothing more than infantilizing the public but there it is. In the time s in which we live let's be grateful they could put it on at all.
It was a lovely day in St Petersburg and we were relaxed thinking that Rusty was having a good day in daycare. Management has changed at our favorite place for him to stay and I guess he didn't much like being left alone in a cage and let them know.But we were blissfully unaware of his stress imagining we had done right by him for the day.
Rusty and I explored the alleys and streets around Central Avenue over the course of two nights and three days. I really enjoyed these empty silent rights of way before anyone else was awake and moving.
When I lived in St Petersburg 30 years ago (that long!) the joke was that it was the largest above ground cemetery in the world and all those famous green benches were in place and occupied by people waiting to die of boredom. They called St Pete "God's Waiting Room." None of that applies anymore. The benches and the shuffleboard is all gone now and St Petersburg has art and culture to spare, excellent beaches, a mild winter climate, not terrible traffic problems on most of the surface streets and value for money in housing and eating.
Not to mention Haslam's which was an oasis thirty years ago when I was planning sailing trips from my slip at Demen's Landing in the city marina. I needed books to take with me when I traveled.website:
In 1875, General John Williams came down from Detroit and bought 2,500 acres of land on Tampa Bay. He envisioned a grand city with graceful parks and broad streets, the trademark of today's St. Petersburg. The city's first hotel was named after his birthplace, Detroit.
Thirteen years later, Peter Demens, a noble Russian aristocrat, brought the Orange Belt Railway to St. Petersburg. On June 8, 1888, the first train arrived, carrying empty freight cars and one passenger, a shoe salesman from Savannah. Built one rail at a time, with unpaid laborers and creditors threatening to lynch Demens all the way, the railroad finally chugged to St. Petersburg. Demens named the city after his birthplace, St. Petersburg, Russia. St. Petersburg incorporated as a city in June 1903.
Then there is the Chihuly center where the man called Dale exhibits his works. And astonishing they are too.
I loved these white translucent pieces, a stylized and luscious representation of a coral reef to my eye.
Oddly I found my iPhone took better pictures than my big camera. The iPhone tends to deaden the range of light and color in pictures by removing a lot of human choices. In this setting the iPhone was perfect.
The cool thing about #chihuly is they want you to take pictures and give them all the publicity of course. Pretty smart, however this does lead to a lot of picture taking and not so much contemplating. They have carefully arranged benches around the exhibit area and its well worth planning to spend some time and sit in rapturous contemplation of what is possible with glass and the human breath (and imagination). Then take a few pictures.
Lunch was Hawkers on Central Avenue. A take on Asian Street food we spent $80 for lunch with alcohol and enjoyed it very much.
It was in the manner of the fad of tapas dining so we ordered a bunch of dishes including the old staple Pad Thai rendered exquisite this time. Singapore fried soft shelled crab with a spicy sauce was delicious as were the buns, the breads the curries and on and on. I had he least alcohol beer on tap at 4.9% and it was still quite harsh for my delicate taste buds so beer snobs are well served.
An after lunch walk showed off some more of St Pete's architecture and sunny beauty. The thing that struck me about St Pete is that it seems to embody, from a purely outsider's perspective a lot of the values people seek when they look at Key West, before they figure out Key West is not the laid back paradise it has managed to promote. St Petersburg is a large city spread over miles of the Pinellas peninsula and there are sections of the city that are high crime neighborhoods.
But when you look at what St Pete has to offer I think you'd be better off relocating here than the Keys. Rental properties for those not seeking to burn bridges are abundant and cheap (and pet friendly). The weather is pretty good though summers are humid and afternoon downpours are a fact of life. The beaches are first rate and not far away, unlike Orlando. There is a ton of stuff to do in the urban agglomeration that is Tampa-St Pete- Clearwater. That includes world class newspapers, a decent university, college sports and if you consider St Petersburg is seven hours north of Key West the rest of the country is that much closer to hand for a weekend road trip.
We have friends who have relocated to St Pete recently and really like it and it was too bad we couldn't meet this past weekend because I would have quizzed them. In any event my wife and I are on a retirement path that means its not feasible to simply move but were I looking to live in Florida my three choices would be St Augustine, Orlando and here and here beats the other two for me. Key West and Miami would not be in the running though the Ft Lauderdale suburb of Hollywood is a pretty little town if you must live in the southeast.
One other thing worth mentioning is that the bridges across Tampa Bay have always been a bit of a choking hazard for commuter traffic. I used to read the morning news at the community radio station in Tampa so my commute began around 4:30 so I avoided then as I avoid now, the regular heavy stream of commuters. However around town even at the height of winter season St Petersburg does not feel choked with traffic and people the way Key West does. It was easy to turn out of side streets, there was lots of parking and neighborhoods weren't jammed with angry residents looking toput one over on their winter neighbors.
Lots of room to breathe at seven in the morning of a holiday weekend Sunday. Rusty enjoyed the walks though in addition to his traumatic boarding experience he also got to hear the sunset cannon from the yacht club on the waterfront during his evening walk. Two rounds reduced him to a quivering mass of PTSD. He was chased and shot at by nursery farmers while on the streets of the Redlands in Homestead and his buddies were poisoned and shot so he has cause to hate gunfire. The good news was he didn't chew through his leash and run off though the temptation must have been strong and he let me guide him back to the car and safety.