The Key West City Commission is sometimes like our esteemed President Donald Trump. Shoot from the hip. Know not that of which they speak.
Three local citizens came up with the idea for a tuesday afternoon tutu party. A party always a god idea. It would be a weekly event.
It was also intended that anyone wearing a tutu on tuesday be given a discount while shopping. The idea to encourage local business.
Newly elected Mayor Teri Johnston supported the idea. She issued some sort of proclamation to that effect. She has now withdrawn the proclamation.
Some objected to Tuesday Tutus. I am assuming complaints were made to members of the City Commission and/or Mayor Johnston. The Mayor withdrew the proclamation. The group pushing the tutu idea were viewed as some sort of business in effect. Our political leaders thought they should be required to be a non-profit or affiliated with some profit making business.
The City Commission capitulated. Mayor Johnston capitulated. Rush Limbaugh type comments took them down.
My suggestion to our local political leaders. Key West has significant and more important problems to deal with. Traffic being one. I cannot understand why the Commission waited 2 years for a traffic Master Plan.
Another, affordable housing. Taking down Mt. Rushmore to build housing thereon. The idea born in ignorance. Initial estimates suggested $70 million to $150 million merely to remove the mountain of buried garbage.
The small group who came up with the tutu tuesday idea should have been encouraged. Not discouraged. Simple should not be made difficult.
A good last night. At the Chart Room.
Don and Chris in town. Arrived yesterday from Syracuse. Visit 4 times a year.
Don recently recovered from hip replacement surgery. His work has him flying all over the world. Security has changed for him. No longer going through 1-2-3. Now has to go to a special security whatever and wait in line to be examined.
Chris lovely. I thought more lovely than ever. A new short hair-do.
We planed out meeting saturday for the Syracuse/Notre Dame game. We are fanatical Syracuse fans. Noon at Jack Flats.
Jean, Joe and Sheila at the round table. Sat with them a while. The best of Key West!
Next stop the Blue Macaw. A booming business last night! Appeared to be all tourists. Did not recognize any locals.
It was Terri’s night to sing. No Terri. Telephoned her and Donna. After 5 consecutive nights at the Little Room Jazz Club and an oncoming cold, Terri’s throat was beat up. I could hardly hear her speak.
I occasionally get into Key West ghost stories. One a couple of months ago involved the Hemingway House. Hemingway and one of his wives moving around at night. Could be seen through the upstair’s windows.
True or false? I don’t know. Would have liked to, however. So every night that I am returning home from Blue Macaw, I drive over Whitehead past the Hemingway House. Slow down and look up in anticipation of seeing Hemingway or his wife.
No more. Last night I almost had an accident. Did not see the car in front of me as I was looking up and back.
Came across a Hemingway quote: “For Whom the Bell Tolls was a problem which I carried each day. I knew what was going to happen in principle. But I invented what happened each day as I wrote.”
Interesting how the man wrote!
The David Wolkowsky estate sale this friday through sunday at his Flagler Street home. What excitement! Locals and tourists mentioning the event.
Today seems to be literary day. Into Herman Melville this morning, also.
Together with his masterpiece Moby-Dick.
Moby-Dick was required reading in high school. I struggled through the book. Never really understood it till years later when I reread it as an adult.
Melville shipped out this day in 1841 on the whaler Acushnet. Took him to the south seas. The trip providing the background for Moby-Dick.
He wrote the book in 1850. A commercial failure. Received only mixed reviews. It was years later before becoming recognized as a classical work.
Melville was a close fried of Nathaniel Hawthorne. Author of House of the Seven Gables. Another literary masterpiece imposed on me in my high school days.
Melville and Hawthorne were close friends. Lived in nearby towns. Hawthorne an influence on the younger Melville. Melville 15 years younger.
Melville tended to be easily excitable and erratic. Hawthorne an expert in calming him down.
Join me at 4 this afternoon on station 107.5 FM. I am guesting on Laurie Thibaud’s show Party With a Purpose.
Enjoy your day!