Friday, April 10, 2020

Caroline Coronavirus

I got an e-mail titled "A Bunch of Rambling" from a  friend in Arizona. Thanks Bruce, now I've got to figure out how to write a page that is as interesting. I took Rusty up Caroline Street Wednesday when I was in town to get prescriptions and of course no one was around.  The Marker Hotel is silent and dark, which it obviously has to be...I normally walk by and wish the old Jabour's Trailer Park was still there. 
Even before the coronavirus problems it was getting harder to find quirky sights in Old Town, a  by product inevitably of gentrification. However as I trail along behind Rusty I keep an eye open. This one I liked (below) which has the capacity to bring a  gentle smile when you know the pineapple is traditionally a symbol of welcome in Key West. Which is why they are everywhere in home decorations and gingerbread designs. 
In normal times you'll see a line of people drinking coffee and reading papers on the porch so once again you get  a little jolt seeing the chain across the steps and the porch empty and the front door closed. 
Similar picture slightly changed by the presence of a homeless guy pedaling by. Nothing and no one else. I remember when the zombie apocalypse fad was its height and people around me would speculate how great it would be to have all debts cancelled and life lived at it's most fundamental instead of dealing with modern societal limitations. I wonder if those faddish thoughts have been pushed aside by the reality of lock downs and closures and too much time on their hands.
Hope your bike doesn't get a flat. Apparently bike shops aren't essential so you'd better get back to your spooning skills and dexterity with patches and glue and all that ghastly childhood drama. Rubber wasn't so durable when I was a youngster and roads were covered in trash so fixing a  flat was a required skill and aside from being useless at it, pinching the tube on the rim with painful regularity, I hated doing it.
 And then we close this day's selection of pictures with a joke that drifted past my dog and I as we strolled so I could not resist. I labeled it Hopeful Scooterist on Instagram.
And that was five minutes of your life you won't get back. So now I'd better go and see what Bruce is blathering about. Check your e-mails, you never know what you might find!

9 comments:

Bruce and Celia said...

Love the Webb Chiles quote!!

Mike from Jerset said...

Thank you from the vicinity of Ground Zero. I live 25 miles from NYC and 25 miles from Philadelphia. Right between the two. I can't go to the beach or park because it's closed. I've found a secret place to get my daily walks in (the big local cemetery) and it's peaceful and empty. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts all these years through adversity and good times. I appreciate it a lot.

Conchscooter said...

Glad to help. Happy you have found the secret value of cemeteries as you know I love ours.

Cudjoe kid said...

Jabours. 223 Elizbeth. First visit August 1982. Would sit on the dock where Scooner Wharf would be some day. The harbor was full of shrimp boats. Maurice Jabour was still working the place. Wife Francis would make a morning appearance in her house coat on the balcony apartment above the office. On our February 2020 visit to the keys we stopped by Rick and Lana Jabours home. Haven't seen them or brother Bob since 2000. Couldn't get past the front gate. Left a note. Didn't get a call back. Would like to know if they are well. Thanks for your posts. Kim Thomson. Ps Can't remember naming myself the Cudjoe Kid but love Cudjoe so I'm OK with that.

Steve said...

While i do not personally know the Jabours- they are still active and generous parishioners at St. Mary's Star of Sea Church in Key West

Kim Thomson said...

Thank you Steve. I am very glad to hear that!

Anonymous said...

That was the best 5 minutes of my day Michael. Enjoyable read as always.

Anonymous said...

So how’s the electric bike doing, or do you not need it now with the drop in traffic?

Conchscooter said...

Don't need the electric bike at all at the moment! I keep it at home and ride the neighborhood occasionally. Rusty hates seeing me leave on it and runs down the street after which freaks me out so...