Saturday, February 22, 2020

Elizabeth Street

These aren't typical commuter scenes of most cities which are forced to absorb streams of motor vehicles every work day. There are streams of cars entering Key West at the bottleneck known as the triangle, but  down here the traffic flow tends to be of a more genteel nature as the day begins. A pedestrian, a  bicycle or even a tricycle ambling through town.
Not many people get to make of their journey to work a walk through Old Town. My wife drives the Seven Mile Bridge daily and it's a struggle for her to remember some people drive slowly to savor the unique experience. That she might be late to school is of no concern when the oblivious driver is on vacation.
A Triumph with a wine bar on the back, below. Sometimes I miss my Bonneville then I watch traffic turning the wrong way on a  one way or passing on double yellow lines or braking for no obvious reason or slowing suddenly for an empty crosswalk or not knowing how to stop at a stop sign or failing to look both ways... you get the idea. I have a second chance at life.
This picture didn't work out the way I wanted but it evokes that early morning mood in me. The cat prowling and nearly obscured by the irritating handlebar, the homeless due (or tourist?) struggling with the suitcase. End of vacation or start of a new aimless day?  I put the picture in my diary to remember even though the picture is too busy and unfocused.
This rather obvious joke was Instagram worthy:
Johnson's Grocery store on Petronia and Emma in Bahama Village.  brilliant convenience store marketing involves selling beer and conch for locals and letting tourists in on the "secret." The cool part about the grocery is the connection it carries forth to the past and the community around it. I like to stop a moment and see what piece of history is being celebrated.
Without Rusty  none of it would be seen as he's always  ahead of me.