The Goat, The Cabbage, And The Wolf

The stars aligned and it was time to launch the boat for a summer of swimming fun. Launching the boat at the community launch ramp (cost to residents for unlimited use is $10 per annum) is a bit like the game of carrying the cabbage the goat and the wolf across the river. http://www.mathcats.com/explore/river/crossing.html The problem is that, by myself I have to get the boat on the trailer to the launch ramp about one mile from my house. So, I drive the car to the ramp. Put the boat in the canal, come home with the boat down the canal. Which is filled with grasses such that I had to paddle through the roughage as the outboard couldn't manage it.Then I had to walk back to the launch ramp to pick up the car and trailer. I used to ride my bike and put that on the trailer to bring it home. These days I walk Cheyenne instead of cycling so the bicycle is buried in the shed with flat tires, a lot of work to pull out for one trip up the street.Anyway, thought I, this would make an excellent opportunity to kill two birds with one stone as its a fine dog walk to the launch ramp. Sometimes Cheyenne and I do it after dark when I get back from an overtime shift in the cool of the night. A street with no lights at three in the morning is quite the star studded spectacle. Which is as may be but my dog was not having any of it at one in the afternoon.Cheyenne stood under the house at the limit of the shade and looked at me standing in the bright hot sun. No way, no how she said, and went and sat on the cool dark cement. I took off by myself trudging up Indies Road by myself, my dog leash unused in my pocket, hoping against hope that she would suddenly trot out to join me. She never did and I retrieved the trailer (the wolf in the picture game) by myself. Just see if she gets to take a ride in the boat this summer.

Old Town Blossoms

Everywhere I look I see the flame trees blooming. That's always the way though, once you think you notice something for the first time you then start to see it everywhere.In Key West they call them Royal Poinciana, though where the adjective royal comes from no one quite seems to know. I have started to notice a few orange splashes of color around town and if you look carefully you will see a few more I am sure in essays past and to come. I took this next photo on a Saturday when I also took the time to give the letter carrier a word of encouragement about how much I like Saturday delivery service, the next small skein of social comfort our dear leaders are eager to unravel.He was more interested in giving Cheyenne a cookie. She wanted two. It's not just flame trees in bloom either. This is the corner of Grinnell and Southard Streets.These bushes below aren't blooming but they provide some contrasting color to the salmon pink house. I believe they are called mamey but they are the same as the fruit bearing mamey. I expect I am wrong but I am sticking my next out on this one.I have been chasing down the easy-to-grow frangipani blooms lately and this tree was covered in pink blossoms.I am going to turn myself into a botanist if I'm not careful. Not really, as labeling things gets tedious for me. I should though considering I live in the middle of all this stuff.

Old Town Walk

I can't imagine looking after a building as complex and vast as this but the view of wooden and vine and leafy green is just superb. You can imagine it as the setting for some exotic Somerset Maugham short story.The cheerful whore in Rain, perhaps. Or like Cheyenne you can see a lovely fountain as a mere watering hole, well placed.I am absurdly fond of my dog, and grateful to the fools who gave her to the pound for being "too old.". More decks and balconies and cheerful plantings.
This stately home was suffering from an unfortunate hole in the roof.


Part of Key West's charm is the dilapidation of some of the house, the determined and tasteful restoration of some more and the balance between the two. Walking these historic streets is endlessly fascinating.



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I am sure it's all Cheyenne's fault but I am astonished to see 168 followers on my page. Thank you all for trying to keep up with this mad experiment. Orin of

http://scootinoldskool.wordpress.com/ is helping me to do this and we plan to switch to Wordpress at some time in the not too distant future, probably later this summer. http://keywestdiary.us is the new address for my blog so those of you with more computer savvy than me will know how to change the URL and keep up. I will keep this blog alive and well for as long as Blogger makes it so inexpensive and easy to keep the pictures on this site and anyone typing the old address will eventually be redirected (I think!) just as the .us address is currently being redirected automatically here. As far as content goes it will be the same, better I hope as I get used to the format of five a day myself and I will add more Florida and Keys web links. At the moment taking pictures and writing (and doing the laundry, exercising and bathing/walking/feeding the dog) is taking up most of my copious spare time. I am glad you are along for the ride, as I felt the need to be challenged by this blog and I have been. Without Orin none of this would be possible, and that's not hyperbole.

White Street

Cheyenne takes it all in stride but I find Key West bicycles to be objects, if not always of beauty they are frequently objects of curiosity. I love to see two wheelers decked out for practical purposes.

This one had a cup holder (with a coke inside) and a plastic shopping bag doubling as a seat cover. I read a story in the Citizen some time ago about a woman in a dispute with a builder and left in the lurch she was living underneath her half repair home, which was suffering from severe hurricane damage from years ago. It was the strangest story about how she slept under the house at night and spent her days hanging in the park as the structure was essentially unsafe. Seeing this half built home reminded me of that story for some reason.

Perhaps it was the homely touch of the bicycle leaning up against the front of the house. One thing that does tend to get a bit annoying is the cluster of wires always drooping overhead across the city. Some people photo shop the wires out of their pictures but I don't know how to photo shop and I don't really want to learn. This is Key West as it is: From time to time people suggest burying the wires but in our current state of anti public spending that doesn't seem like a very practical idea. These days the county has no idea where to find the money to build the mandated sewage system for the Keys that don't have it. Never mind something as esoteric as burying unsightly wires so we continue to "treat" sewage in septic tanks built into porous rock. School cut backs are all over the place except in the ongoing debate over the height of the new old school. With all the kerfuffle about the extra tall building at Horace O'Bryant School one tends to notice taller than average buildings anywhere these days. But in the end we see what we want to see on the streets of the city.
It's true there are wires overhead but the buildings and the trees make up for it with their own historic beauty. I enjoy having electricity and I suppose wires are the price we pay.

Lower Keys Toll Booth

It's called the toll booth not because there is a toll booth on Highway One at east end of West Summerland Key, just before you get on the "new" (1982) Bahia Honda Bridge. It's because there isn't actually a toll booth at all. These guys are, I believe, sandpipers and they run up and down the beach most endearingly, avoiding the waves and pecking at the sand on the extensive mainland beaches of Florida. In the keys where the beaches are puny and not always very sandy they have to make do with what they can find. In this instance they were huddling on the wall built to protect the old (1942) water pipe built to supply Key West during World War Two. This place is scenic enough passing tourists like to stop and take the pictures they need to fill the album at home.When they get back in their cars the tourists had better be careful if they decide to head into Key West at speed. Coming off the four lane Bahia Honda Bridge the tendency is to take it at much more than the indicated 55 miles per hour. Unfortunately this is where Sheriffs or Highway patrol cars or even Fish and Wildlife patrols tend to congregate to do some traffic control.Locals call this spot the Lower Keys Toll Booth for the numbers of tickets issued around here.If you are not a local and you think passing a dawdling local around here is a good idea you might want to think again. Not many drivers are smart enough to ask themselves why the Florida registered Triumph Bonneville that was speeding so fervently earlier has now decided to slow down and come to Jesus. That's when the blue lights come on to the sounds of wailing and gnashing of teeth. Pay attention out there!

Peary Court Neighborhood

Let's Go Pens! I have no idea what that means or why someone would deface a vehicle with those words. At first glance I thought it read Lets Go Penis! which seemed considerably worse.I guess it has some sporting theme to which I am not privy. I saw the boat in the driveway and thought it merited a picture, which on closer inspection makes it look like the frontispiece for a very disorganized yard.There are a million convenience stores in Key West and many of them have been around since Methuselah was knee high to a grasshopper, so one has to assume they make money but how they do it when there is a competing store a block away I'm sure I have no idea.I like to call them inconvenience stores because, inconveniently they have to charge a fair bit more for their stuff. I read recently that the Navy homes at Peary Court are going to be sold. They are currently rented for around $2,000 a month for the former Navy Housing managed by Balfour Beatty contractors. They make pleasant enough suburban homes in a wide open, yet gated community. http://www.naskeywesthomes.com/subpage.aspx?cid=41&k=pearyI wrote a full essay about the place when it was opened to civilians. http://www.naskeywesthomes.com/subpage.aspx?cid=41&k=peary They are selling the 157 homes owned by the contractor and the land owned by the Navy but they are selling it all as one unit which will exclude ordinary mortals from purchasing anything. One wag in the Citizen's Voice suggested buying back the 23 acres, razing the homes and restoring a park to name it after Harry Powell, the city commissioner who threatened to blow himself up when the Navy started proceedings to take back the open space and build on it. Taking the long view Commissioner Powell had a point.