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Paul, who the other day tore me apart for not putting the Key West Citizen Project Lighthouse’ funding difficulties article at the top of the
post that day, wrote:
It’s entirely possible that i may have been, uh, somewhat toasted the other day, and therefore short on common restraint/courtesy/moderation. Gratuitously unhelpful. Obtrusive.
Don’t pay any attention to anything I write you , ever. That’s the safest bet.
But – you keep it up!
Interesting timing, given today’s Citizen article on Keys kids being at the top of the drinking heap statewide. Keys adults too, I imagine, but that wasn’t in the Citizen article.
After putting up yesterday’s Judas’ karma, and other unconventional views of the Gospels and thereafter … post at goodmorningkeywest.com, I found myself wondering what the angels were thinking by nudging me in that direction? It already was widely believed that I was nuts, and yesterday’s post moved belief to certainty .
Later yesterday morning, I pedaled my bicycle to Harpoon Harry’s
to have breakfast and to complete giving the wait staff copies of HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale, which was published in late 2007 by an online print-to-order firm, www.PublishAmerica.com. Not a vanity press. They paid for publishing the novel.
On the front inside page of each copy, I wrote:
To mi amigas at Harpoon Harry’s -
Thanks for being part of my life -
None of this tale is true,
except the parts you believe are true
Sloan – date
Former Monroe County Mayor Shirely Freeman was at Harpoon Harry’s yesterday morning, and I gave her a copy.
Her inscription was:
To Mayor (County) Shirley Freeman
Thank you for your longstanding service
to the Florida Keys -
None of this tale is true,
except the parts you believe a true
I told Shirley the tale was started in Key West, but is not about Key West or the Keys. The inspiration was in Key West, the writing started in Helen, Georgia three days later. It’s not about Helen or Georgia, either.
Yesterday afternoon, Jenna Stauffer
sent a link for her marvelous interview with Hatman, aka Shadharoba Rodd.
I loved the explanation of his frist name, hoped it applied to me as well.
Jenna told me yesterday that she goes to the jail Saturday evenings to teach writing to female inmates. She said she’s doing what she can to help them get back on their feet; the first thirty days after they are released are when they are most likely to arrested and put back in jail again. I said what she is doing is a good thing.
Nashville J wrote yesterday:
Gosh, they don’t have many more than Key West!
Here’s how both cities’ can fix their homeless problem. NYV puts all of its homeless people on Greyhound with one-way tickets to Key West. Key West puts all of its homeless on Greyhound with one way tickets to NYC. Both cities get rid of their homeless.
Barack Obama is a closet homosexual in Washington, D.C., but not in Chicago where he was a flaming homosexual before he ran for president?, according to Crystal Martinez’s comment to the article you sent. John McCain, of course, knew about that, but being a gentleman, he never mentioned it during his race against Obama, nor did Mitt Romney 4 years later?
Didn’t that HOMELESS GURU that supposedly fixed Clearwater and San Antonio say that they was about 1350 homeless in KW? New York City has only got 1800 according to the article. Guess NY is not much bigger than KW.
Hope you behaved yourself at Fantasy Fest!
Others suspect, me, too, that homeless guru may have slightly overstated the homeless numbers in KW. Even so, it’s bad enough down here. It’s bad enough most other places on mainland US. Way the shit for brains running America (that’s a matter of opinion, running America) are going, there will be more homeless, not counting homeless manufactured in shit for brains US wars.
I fantasied all sorts of fun and disgusting things I would like to do with numerous barely clad damsels parading Duval Street and hanging out in Jack Flats, but kept it in my shorts otherwise.
Pedaled my bike to White Street Pier yesterday evening.
Visited all the places on the outer part of the pier where once I had slept nights. Illegal now. Stopped and looked toward Higgs Beach at all the places I had slept nights there. Illegal now.
Leaving the pier, I checked out the new black monuments at the AIDS Memorial, which is pretty well maxed out.
The new elevated monuments to the right, not in photo, are blank. I hope they remain blank.
Leaving the AIDS monument, I pedaled by the kids playground, where the Australian pine branch fell and nearly hit a young child. All the tree work seems done. I used to sit at one of the kiosks every night writing in my journal until the park closed at 11 p.m., when I would get my bicycle and go to wherever I was going to sleep that night.
Now the kiosks are off limits to writers, artists, picnickers, unless they have children with them. The playground is still “closed until further notice.”
I then pedaled over to Salute Ristorante, which was jam-packed.
Was happy for its owners, Richard and Suanne, who also own Blue Heaven in Bahama Village, which also does very well. Am having lunch at Salute with City Commissioner Teri Johnston this Wednesday, to talk about Key West’s homeless situation. Salute is where a topless young damsel once burst on her bicycle into the midst of a Hometown! PAC call to candidates, and hollered, “Nude Beaches for Key West! Sloan for Mayor!”
I also remembered last night back when Salute was owned by someone else. Under its lease with the county, Salute was supposed to clean the nearby public bathrooms every morning.
Salute didn’t do a very good job and by early afternoon the bathrooms were awful and remained awful until Salute didn’t do a very good job the next morning.
Now, the county’s parks crew cleans the bathrooms every morning and afternoon, and sometimes again. I clamored for that when I was on
County Commissioner Heather Carruthers’ Higgs Beach Committee. I also clamored for putting a sheriff deputy or Key West police officer on duty at Higgs Beach.
Back when I was homeless, two deputies were on duty near the kiosks in a little hut. Their patrolled the beach. There were no problems. That was discontinued, the problems began.
At Carruthers’ request, the Sheriff put one deputy at Higgs Beach, part-time. That stopped most of the problems.
Then, at Carruthers and her committee’s suggestion at a county commission meeting, over my objection, the county built the playground, fenced it in and made it illegal for anyone but people with children to be in there. That was how they kept the homeless people from using the kiosks, and everyone else, too.
I always wondered why the county didn’t get the city to clean the bathrooms and maintain Higgs Beach, since the city benefits from the beach being used by tourists and the county doesn’t? I also always wondered why the county didn’t give all of Higgs Beach Park to the City of Key West, and if the city didn’t take it, the county closed the park and the beach?
Pedaled on past Salute toward near the little pier next to Casa Marina’s boundary line.
Bumped into some snowbird van-liver amigos, who had recently arrived in Key West. (Hatman is a full-time van-liver.) Most of them have a place in someone’s driveway where they can park their vans at night. One of the van-liver snowbirds has a mainland girlfriend who has a house in Key West, where he parks his van and stays.
He said Fantasy Fest isn’t nearly as big as it used to be; hotels and motels had rooms available this time, it used not to be that way. I said it looked plenty big to me. Duval Street was packed for the parade Saturday night. I hid in Jack Flats watching college football games and half-naked women in body paint.
Pedaled home from Higgs Beach marveling that I somehow was sitll alive. It’s been a hell of a ride. Thought to myself, anywhere but perhaps in the Florid Keys, especially in Key West, I probably would have been locked up and the key thrown away for living in a fantasy.
My dreams last night seemed to say no more free books, in God we trust, all others must pay. That’s printed at the bottom of every ticket Harpoon Harry’s customers receive from their servers.