Friday, February 24, 2012

Pineapple Fencing

Seen in Bahama Village, these symbols of hospitality and welcome in Key West, pineapples...



The fence was decorated with insect cut outs, it was all quite charming.



And a fine porch to rock the sunset away.



Key West living.



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Neon And Darkness

I made a goof and got into town early for my overtime shift. 27 miles from home, what to do? Pull out the camera of course. I thought about having coffee at the Waffle House at the Days Inn, a place never previously visited by me. I thought better of it and decided to keep moving after I took this picture:




I am finally getting used to the Blue Lagoon Motel's replacement. The place seems to be a much nicer than the dive it replaced and the restaurant seems to have found a measure of stability. The sign on North Roosevelt looks okay when you can't see the stupid TV Screen.




In Key West 'The Boulevard' is the abbreviation given to North Roosevelt Boulevard, the four lane street that lines the north shore of New Town.




It is not particularly appealing as it is home to the chain stores and conveniences of modern North America, though restricted in number and choices. This is where locals can shop in box stores, Home Depot, Champs, Dollar Tree, K Mart and Pier One among others. Next April the state starts a much needed two year restoration of the boulevard with proper storm drains and paving and sidewalks.




It will be a chaotic two years while they reduce traffic flow and force everyone to squeeze onto Flagler Avenue.




I expect we will get used to it even as we curse the traffic jams and delays. These days North Roosevelt floods at the slightest provocation from the rain gods and proper drainage would be great.




I wonder how businesses will survive the down time of nearly 900 days starting this April.




I'd like to see proper sidewalks and landscaping and a general sense that this main artery should look moderately attractive even if not beautiful.




Currently it's a mess and the lack of sidewalks on the south side puts cyclists and pedestrians in the way of cars buzzing by well above the posted 35 mph speed omit.




At night the Boulevard loses some of it's ugliness which isn't quite so visible.




And at the end of the roadway just before it becomes Truman Avenue is my place of work




Some days I can hardly believe the trust me enough to give me a Key to the police station so I can come and go as I please. Then I remember I am closing in on eight years working here and they have been the best working years of my life. Even if the ride down the boulevard is horrid.


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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Motorcycle Backpacks

In Miami recently we were driving SW 40th Street in the three lines of traffic trying not to get impatient. A motorcycle! Lucky bastard. Then I saw they were two up and saddlebag-free. Bummer.


Nice backpack dude! What the hell is that thing? A star wars trooper? With legs and a gun? Weird.


Now we are on Stock Island, I was still in the car, and still lasses by a motorcycle, dammit!


Also with a backpack. I hate riding with a backpack and try never to have to do it.


These youngsters are nothing if not adaptable. Good lads. For me, luggage attached to the bike is indispensable for a daily rider. It may make my Bonneville look dowdy But it makes commuting and touring a lot easier.



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Bahama Village Amble

There is a certain pleasure in randomness around Key West, taking a walk, an activity I enjoy a great deal, and taking pictures of anything and everything that appeals to the eye.


I see a lot of pretty homes which are also pretty typical for the older area of my home town.


Fences and pointy roofs all over the place.


Old Conch cottages sit side by side with...


...other old homes fitted with those magnificent old tin shutters that I love so much.


There are magnificently refurbished homes...


...and other sturdy houses that are doing fine without the bourgeois touch.


And in their midst this bizarre restaurant, Better Than Sex which is heavy on the teenage innuendo if you go online and look at their menu. ”You'll be sure to get some nookie when you scoop up this sweetie," ugh, or "smooth slippery love custard joins in a poke party with sugar pieces and dribbles of warm soft caramel." That sort of soft porn stuff makes me want to go sit on a broomstick to harden the fuck up.


And you can get a Money Shot, not described on the menu, which I am told is the porn industry's description of a man having an orgasm on film. Just what I want in a glass for the low low price of five dollars, US.


Or you can walk half a bloc and get your shoe repaired by the last living cobbler in Key West


The paper did an article on him a while back.


This would be the sensible end of this block of Petronia. Money shot indeed!

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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Not For The Squeamish

A friend sent me this picture taken on Flagler Avenue with an iPhone. What you cannot see is that this man in a fishnet dress is also prancing along the sidewalk in high heels.


This person has been seen here more than once which is odd not just because there is a church here but because there is also a school getting out.


I don't suppose there is anything illegal here, but really,what is the story I ask myself and why the display which might not raise too many eyebrows on Duvall but seems decidedly outré out here in New Town.
And what the hell is the point s/he's making?

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Writing On The Wall

Whitehead Street is full of historic spots where one can point the camera and record snippets of the past. The lighthouse keeper's home could be a case in point:


Strolling north toward the Hemingway home I noticed an immensely long had written novel affixed to a light pole. All this 19th century penmanship in an effort to find a cheap place to live. Give him a call I guess, if you can help a computer-illiterate writer and don't mind taking a chance on a stranger's character:


Driving has been going through an epidemic of seriously incompetent chauffeurs. I saw one car stop on Flagler Avenue and block the fast lane while the driver struggled trying to figure how to use the median's turn lane. Instead of shooting him (this is Florida) the other drivers sat patiently in line behind him as he puzzled it out. Similarly this car parked in the street while the occupants studied a map.


Yes, that is the travel lane but apparently it's okay to stop in the roadway wherever they are from. It must be, because these are the bad habits they bring to Key West city streets.



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