Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Greatins land lubbas and yarrrrrrrr.

I write you hunched in the corner of a hallway where I can find leaking wi-fi. I am in the only official Republic on US soil and the only Caribbean Island in the US. For those of you in the far corners, I'll just tell you I'm in Key West.

It's beautiful, about 80 in the day and low humidity. Ok, low by my Florida standards. Aside from every frat house in the Midwest and northeast being empty right now and said frat boys prowling the streets in their ever-vigilant task of finding their next date rape victim, the island is awesome.

Like all good things, tomorrow it comes to an end. So what did I learn on this trip? The Miami area is still the same turd farm it was when I left it in 1994. Hemmingway loved cats and his feline's ancestors get treated like royalty. Last but not least, when I win the lotto I'm moving here, growing a beard, taking up cigar smoking, becoming an alcoholic and writing the next great American novel.

Not necessarily in that order.

Ahoy,
Scurvy Britches

P.S. What is a pirate's favorite car?

The Yarrrrris of course.

1 Comments:

Blogger SLO-Diggity said...

The Hemingway house has no central A/C (kind of like Ponce Hall). All I remember about that joint is my English Teacher mother dragging our butts through that cat urine infested hot house every damn summer for many years. Face it - the Keys aren't very exciting if you can't drink.

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