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Yesterday started with a walk along Smathers Beach. I am adding weight. Treating myself too well. Overeating. I have to get back into good health big time!

It is difficult to do.

Some paper work at home after the walk.

Followed by cuban toast at Lucky Day Cafe.

Decided to spend some time meditating on the beach. Selected Smathers again. Found a lone palm tree at the far end of the beach. Planked my sand chair down in the shade of that tree. And thought. And read the newspapers.

The Hemingway look a like contest is over. The gent who won was in his twelvth year of trying. There were a total of 123 contestants this year. Wow!

This past weekend was the Baseball Hall of Fame induction at Cooperstown. It remindedd me of Sergio Sanchez.

Serge is my cousin through marriage. A Conch. Born and raised in Key West. His family are Castilian Spanish. Came over from Spain and settled in Key West in the 1840s.

High school baseball is big in Florida. Serge was a star pitcher on the Key West team while in hight school. His team played against a North Miami team for the State Championship. Serge pitched the game. Opposing him as pitcher for North Miami was Steve Carlton.

Serge won 2-1.

Carlton went on to a professional baseball career and the Hall of Fame.

Serge did two tours of duty in Vietnam and then became a math teacher in the Key West school system. He is now the head of the math department for the Monroe County School District.

About 10 yeas ago, Carlton was elected to the Hall of Fame. Serge mentioned he wished he could be there. Those were the days when I had some influence. I arranged for Serge to attend Carlton’s induction into the Hall of Fame.

Serge and his stepson, who was attending the U.S. Naval Academy at the time, had a private breakfast the day before the induction with Carlton at the Otesaga Hotel in Cooperstown. They met many baseball luminaries at the time, including Yogi Berra. The next day Serge and his wife Karen sat in the front row of the ceremonies as Carlton became a member of the Hall of Fame.

A nice thing for Serge. A nice thing in every respect.

I take advantage of Serge on occasion. He has taught every student who has gone through the Key West school system. They all remember him and like him. Occasionally I have been stopped for speeding in Key West. Always a young police officer. At some point I politely ask if they know Sergio Sanchez. Mr. Sanchez? is the reponse. I say yes. Then I add, he is my cousin. The atmosphere changes. I am immediately told what a great guy he is. And after a few more kind words, I am on my way having made a new friend and, of course, no ticket.

There was an historical note in the sports section of the Miami Herald. Concerned professional basketball player Rony Seikaly. It was July 27, 1989. Seikaly was in his second year playing center with the Heat. He could not make foul shots. That was the thrust of the article.

Seikaly went to Syracuse. I watched him play there for four years. He could not make foul shots at Syracuse either.

Seikaly never improved at foul shooting. Never the less, he had a distinguished career in pro basketball.

I was reading the Miami Herald yesterday anticipating the article regarding hurricanes and drinking in Key West. You will recall a reporter interviewed me and some others at the Chart Room friday night. She thought the article would be in monday’s paper. No article. I shall continue buying and reading the Miami Herald this week till it appears.

Blood work this morning. I have been fasting. Maybe I should have blood work every day. Then I would not eat so much.

Enjoy your day!

Good morning! Good morning! Good morning!

I am starting late this morning. Computer problems.

I was up early yesterday. Had a 10 o’clock at Lisa’s. Corey and Lisa were going to help straighten out my computer. We made progress. Just not enough. Hope all is well now.

After 2 hours of computer screwing around, my mind was punchy. I left Lisa and went over to the Coffee House. It was Sunday! And Sunday is definitely the day to browse through the New York Times!

Lunch time. I was hungry. Opted for the Pier House. The Pier House beach on a Sunday is a fun place.

Ate at the bar. Not too many people. Key West is no longer in season..

There has been an addition to the Pier House menu. Fried oysters. I have had them several times recently. Delicious!

Then it was home.

Played around on the computer for a while. Chatted on Facebook with a deaf friend from Phoenix.

Our conversation reminded me of a memorable instance with my cousin Bob.

Bob lives in Stamford, Connecticut. Or did. This was back 35 years ago. He is now retired and living some where in North Carolina.

Bob had a lovely home. In the woods. Completely surrounded by trees. A virtual forest.

Bob was deaf. Had been deaf from the age of 4. Measles did it.

He read lips. Very well. You would never know he was deaf. He had become a successful business man. Made fine furniture. Employed many people.

I was visiting him for a weekend. He said lets go for a walk. He had received a new hearing aid and wanted to try it. Hearing aids had never helped him in the past.

We were walking in the woods. He suddenly stopped. Asked…..what is that? What, I asked? He looked up. It was the wind in the trees. It was the first time he had ever heard the sound.

A teary eyed moment.

I have not seen Bob and his wife Angela in years. I hope we have the opportunity to get together again. Soon.

It was time for a nap. Slept a while. Was wakened suddenly by loud crashing. It was raining. Actually pouring! And thundering big time! Key West experienced a one hour storm. I would like to say it was Bonnie one day late. But things do not work that way.

I went to Lisa’s for Sunday dinner. As I arrived, I asked my grandchildren why they were not watching the golf tournament. Robert knew it was on channel 4. He immediately put it on.

The three of us watched the last 3 holes intently. Robert and Ally made comments like….. that’s a birdie shot…..he’s in the rough……good shot…..on the green…..close to the pin. They are learning!

I am a fan of Mad Men. Its new season started last night. Good show! The 1950s-1960s. Just like it was!

Enjoy your day!

Slept late yesterday. Till about 10. Received many messages asking if I were sick. It always happens when I write late.

It is the beginning of another beautiful day in Key West. This is the bird chirping season. For some reason, there are more birds this time of the year. They are a symphony, especially in the early morning.

Lunch was at Harpoon Harry’s yesterday. I had a desire for eggs. As I have mentioned before, Harpoon Harry’s eggs taste fresh! There is something about them! Read the newspapers and enjoyed ham and eggs. And whole wheat toast! My concession to healthy eating.

This is Hemingway Days Weekend in Key West. There was a street fair yesterday commerating the event on Duval Street. From Front Street to the La Concha Hotel.

I walked the event.

The stands were the best I have seen in a long time at such an event. The food being offered looked delicious! I was sorry I had already eaten. The non food items being sold were likewise spectacular appearing! Jewelry, hats, paintings, wood carvings and so forth.

Hemingway look alikes all over the place! Dressed in white shirts and pants, red berrets and belts. Just like Hemingway probably dressed for the bull run in Spain. There even was a mock bull run while I was there!

Then it was to Lisa’s. Golf time with the grandkids!

I took Robert and Ally to the golf course. Part of the lessons they recently took included a one year membership for each of them in the golf course.

We went to putt.

I took them into the pro shop. The pro greeted them warmly. Gave each a colored golf ball. Ally’s was pink. Thrilled her no end! She is a pink freak. She was dressed in pink besides.

The pro gave each a real putter to use. Heavy for them. They have been practising at home with a not real one which is much lighter.

I took them into the bag shack so I could get some balls out of my bag. The bag shack excited them also.

The whole experience excited them. This was a big deal!

Then to a putting green. Both did well! They putt every day at home on the living room carpet. So they already had the hang of it.

Afterwards, I took them inside the restaurant. Another big deal! They had diet cokes. Their mother does not permit them to drink soda. The cheating aspect excited them!

My house guests and I got together last night.

We started the evening at the Chart Room. Donna had been there before. Teri had not. Stayed about an hour. Had a good time. Spoke with Captaain Peter. He and Donna are old friends. Michael, Che and Kevn there also.

Michael bartends. He was away last week in Wyoming.

Michael is a retired Marine. Was a sharshooter in Vietnam. Went to Wyoming to visit a friend that had a new long range rifle. The distance numbers overwhemed me. The gun could shoot 2,000 meters, if I remeber correctly. Michael said he hit 6 out of 7 milk jugs from that distance.

Then it was Square One for dinner. Donna is old friends with owner Michael Stewart.

I had not been to Square One in a while either. It was good to see Michael and Patrick. Patrick is the bartender and a friend. And even more of a friend to my daughter Lisa. He knows Robert and Ally well.

The last time Patrick visited Lisa, he brought Robert and Ally a $25 gift card to Dairy Queen. I told Patrick I too am eating off of the card also. Already 2 times! And with sprinkles! He laughed.

Dinner was excellent. The company terrific. We laughed all night.

Donna and Terri are on vacation. I am not. They wanted to go to the Keys Piano Bar. I said go. I am going home to bed. And so we parted company.

It is Sunday! Love Sundays! Enjoy yours!

Odd day yesterday.

Started with Bonnie. The tropical storm that never was in Key West.

I spoke of Bonnie on the blog yesterday morning. Talked about what might be if it hit. Suggested it might not. The weather was too good at the time I was writing.

At 10 I was in the studio doing my radio show. From 10 to 11. Kept looking out the window onto the street. Sun shining brightly. People walking around as usual. No one appeared concerned.

I commented at least 3 times during the show that I thought this Bonnie thing was going to miss Key West.

Earlier before I left for the studio, I was watching NBC. Per their usual custom, they had flown a reporter down to cover the storm. The reporter was standing in rain gear at the end of South Street. At the Southernmost Point. Sun shining. Little to no breeze. Water calm. Talking about the impending storm.

Then NBC took us to Duval Street. A long shot of Duval. The commentary was to the effect that in just a few hours the storm would be beating up the street.

Been there before. Seen the national news broadcasts before. And recall nothing happening on most occasions.

Yesterday was to be one of those familiar days. Bonnie never came. Whaever occurred, was over Miami and to the north.

That is the way it goes. True, better safe than sorry. However genrally these storms miss us. Thank God! The media rouses the nation that calamity is about to befall the keys. All in error.

The scenerio never changes.

After the radio show, I headed over to Lucky Day Cafe for lunch. Cheesesteak cuban style.

Then to Borders to read.

I needed some tee shirts. Someone told me about a store on Kennedy Drive that sells tee shirts by the pound. You heard me correctly. By the pound!

Why not!

I went over. It is called Island Tee Shirts.

The tee shirts are over runs. I bought 3. One from Rumrunners. Another from the U.S.Navy and a third with just Key West on the pocket.

The material felt good. One had a label reading pre shrunk.

The 3 tee shirts cost me $18, including tax. Not bad. It was worth the money just for the experience. I picked my own shirts out of a bin and weighed them. That is different!

I was tired. So it was home to bed for my late aftenoon nap. Part of my life style and need in my senior years.

The Chart Room was interesting last night. Very few people. But those there were perfect for what transpired.

Susan bartending. Matt the Key West videographer. And a gentleman I had never met before. Kevin McCoy.

Kevin lives here in Key West. Retired as I am. Made his fortune owning a few Amco Transmission franchises. He has a home on White Street.

There was also a young lady. Mid 20s at the most. Lovely.

Her name was Rebecca Huval. She came with a camera. On a long stand. She was a reporter. Sent down here to Key West because of…..you guessed it! Bonnie! The storm that never was here.

Her editor had sent her down earlier in the day to do a story on drinking and hurricanes. Apparently there is a Monroe County law that permits the County to bar the sale of alcohol during a weather storm. She told us it had only been imposed once. During Georges in 1998.

She asked me what I thought. I told her initially I did not care. I did not drink. Then I went on to tell her it was a stupid law. My experience in Key West has shown that people are responsible during hurricane season. The primary concern is to protect person and property. Drinking had never been an issue in my experience. Matt and Kevin agreed with me.

Rebecca was hitting the bars in her search for information for her story. Her next stop was Sloppy Joe’s. Then she was going to Don’s Place. I set her up to speak with Kurt there. Don is out of town.

The interesting thing about Don’s Place is that it remains open during a hurricane. Not every one can afford to leave. Some stay to watch their property or pets. They need a place to congregate. It is Don’s Place. I thought she might pick up a story or two there.

Rebecca took our pictures. Wrote some of our comments down. Told us the story would probably run on monday. So read the Miami Herald on monday. Louis and the Chart Room gang are going to be mentioned.

Part of the conversation with Rebecca involved leaving the keys in the event of a hurricane. It brought to mind Bob Smith.

Bob is now dead. He was a Chart Room character for 30 years. His ashes lie in the Chart Room bar rail. Rebecca had already been made familiar with that part of Chart Room folklore before I arrived.

Bob wrote a book once about Key West. It is appropriately titled BOB. A copy sits behind the bar. I got it and went to the page where Bob talks about evacuating Key West in the event of a hurricane. The federal government orders the evacuation at some pont.

Bob noted the number of cars in Key West. He also did some sort of study on the number of gas stations and supply of available gasoline. His conclusion: There is no where enough gas to fill up all the vehicles that would be evacuating.

So much for government ordered evacuation! On top of which the government assumes that those who are left will drink themselves into oblivion!

BOB and the gasoline analysis will probably make up a part of Rececca’s story also.

I had dinner alone at the bar of a local restaurant. Two women were sitting next to me. Matronly. Middle aged. They were joking around with the bar maid. A young girl. They were telling her how attractive her butt was. I interjected. Asked if they would like a male evaluation. Bad move! They were lesbians. Tough ones. I thought the one next to me was going to hit me!

I lowered my head and said no more.

I was surprised that such would occur in Key West.

Never saw my company yesterday. Donna and Terri, my two lesbian friends (some do love me), were asleep when I left in the morning. They were out when I returned late in the afternoon and later when I returned for the night. They are show people. One in the aftrnoon is arousal time for them. Perfect company. I don’t have to worry about them or see them. Actually, sad. We will have to get on the same schedule for a day.

I am going to take the grandkids to the golf course this afternoon. Time for them to practice a bit on a real green.

Enjoy your day!

The morning is here. The anticipated tropical storm has not yet arrived.

It is called Bonnie.

It is the first storm of the season. Unusual to have either a tropical storm or hurricane this early in the season. Glad it is only a tropical storm.

I stepped outside. Not much unusual yet. A bit of a wind. The water is moving slightly faster than normal.

The event is not yet upon us!

It is coming though. Right over the Florida keys. Key West will be in the center of it.

Winds around 30-40 miles per hour. When it is actually upon us the winds can go to 50-60 miles an hour.

Not a big deal.

Wind and some rain. Actually, a lot of rain. The Key West streets will flood as usual. Key West is built at sea level. The sewer system cannot take a lot of rain at one time.

Tomorrow we will talk about Bonnie and how it was a lot of nothing.

There is one problem involving Bonnie, however. An economic one. The flood insurance program did not yet get renewed by Congress.They are screwing around with it. Ergo, any property damage caused by water will not be insurance covered.

Like extending unemployment benefits. Another government failure in a time of need.

The flood insurance issue will be one of the first topics I will be discussing on my rado show this morning. Listen in. The Key West Lou Legal Hour. 10 am. KONK 1500 AM from Key Largo to Havana, Cuba, Elsewhere, watch and listen on the internet. www.ustream.com. Type KONK in the box and voila! I will be there!

Lunch yesterday was at the Lucky Day Cafe. Cuban toast with cheese and tomato and a diet Pepsi.

Then to the Coffee House. Quiet there. Read the New York papers.

Still early. I was in the mood to continue reading. To Borders! I am flirting with a book about a New York City law firm in the late 1800s. Not sure yet whether I am enjoying it enough to stay with it.

Donna and Terri were at the house when I returned home. We chatted a bit. Agreed to have dinner together.

Dinner was at La Trattoria. No Becha. Her night off. No problem. I had Donna and Terri.

We ate a little too much. Actually a whole too much. Sides of sausage and an antipasto besides main courses.

I had a good time. They had a good time. We laughed through out dinner. It was good to be dining with them again.

After dinner, Donna and Terri headed out on the town. I begged off. It was home to bed for me. It was already after 10.

I stopped at Lisa’s on the way home. Saw her light on.

Ally was still up. And keeping Lisa and Corey up. She did not want to sleep. Asked for water. Wanted her mother to sleep with her. Wanted to discuss golf with me. Anything to be up and walking around.

Love that Ally!

The wind seems to be picking up a bit. Could be my imagination. In any event, at some point today it is going to get very dark, blow and rain like hell!

Enjoy your day!

Slept late. It’s 9 o’clock. Very unusual for me.

Yesterday was full of interesting happenings.

Golf was a disaster in the morning. I reverted. Played bad.

Golfed with Yankee and Aaron. Aaron does not genrally play for money. I challanged Yankee. Told him I would play him even. No strokes.

Yankee said no way! I’ll kill you. He forced me to take 1 stroke a hole, except for the threes.

Thank God!

Here’s how bad I played. After my first two shots off the tee on hole #1, I had not yet reached the ladies tee!

This tale of woe is best told by our respective scores. I have been shooting around 105. Yankee around 100. Yesterday I shot 116. Yankee shot 93.

I had to have my worst day on the day Yankee had his best day in ages!

I lost $6.

Yankee is a gentleman. He took Aaron and me to lunch at Hogfish to celebrate his spectacular day on the course.

While we were having lunch, a bearded gentleman came over. To say hello to Yankee. It was Jeep.

Yankee introduced Jeep around.

Turns out Jeep is one of the performers at Mallory Square. One of the sunset gang. Has been performing there for years. A star in his own right!

Jeep plays a trombone and piano. He sings. He blows up and creates ballon figures for the kids.

You can recognize Jeep by the bowler hat he wears. A trademark.

Jeep had a partner in his act for years. Mo. A golden retriever. Mo unfortunately passed on. Jeep continues without Mo.

I needed a manicure. Over to see Tammy.

I was tired from golf. Stomach heavy from lunch. I actually started falling asleep as Tammy was massaging my hands.

I got home about 3. Donna and Terri were on their way out. Where are you going? To Hogfish. I just left. Terri has never been there.

I gave them directions. Hogfish in the heart of downtown Stock Island is not easy to find.

Marty is back! We agreed to meet at the Chart Room.

While sitting at the bar, Ernest Hemingway walked in. Look like him for real. He is one the Hemingway look a likes. You will recall this is Hemingway Look a Like Weekend at Sloppy Joe’s.

It was Hemingway and his wife. Actually Marvin and Sandy from Fort Pierce.

This is Marvin’s first entry into the contest. His wife insisted he try.

He just might win!

A nice couple. Warm.

Sandy told us about the marlin Marvin caught at Waikikee Beach last September. 1,245pounds! Big!

Marvin had a picture of him and the fish. The marlin was a monster. Several feet taller than Marvin. Huge!

All I could think off was The Old Man and the Sea.

Dinner was upstairs at Louie’s Backyard. Marty and I were in the mood for tapas and the view.

We both were surprised when we walked into Louie’s. Clayton and John were hosting. I did not know they were even working there. Two great guys. Well known in Key West and both well liked.

Clayton is in the process of opening a coffee house in the middle of busy Duval. A couple of doors from the French Croissant. He is remodeling. He had two bandaged fingers to prove it. Sliced them both while laying a new floor.

The place will be a winner when opened. Clayton and his wife Valerie are popular and well liked Key West figures. Additionally, the location is perfect. It is in the center of everything.

And I will be a customer! I love coffee houses and reading the newspapers. One thing Clayton must do, however. Provide the newspapers free to be read. I refuse to pay for a paper at a coffee house. A personal idiosyncrosy.

This Shirley Sherrod thing is all over TV. One day she is vilified. The next sanctified.

I thought she was a bit pompous this morning in expecting a telephone call from the President.

What will tomorrow bring reagrding her? This story is developing fast. There is a case called Pigford v. Vilsack that may play in here. Lets see what develops.

Tomorrow The Key West Lou Legal Hour. 10 am. KONK 1500 AM. On the internet to be seen and heard world wide at www.ustream.com. Bring up ustream and type in KONK. Voila! There I will be!

Great topics. Like Army suicides at an all time high, the federal government screwing around with flood insurance, deep water oil drilling off Cuba, gay marriage in Argentina, Holland v. Florida, an Australian Court refusing to extradite a Nazi war criminal back to Hungary, a Massachusetts lawsuit involving the sex act and an alleged fractured penis, the Gulf oil spill and more.

Enjoy your day!

Good morning world!

It is sunny and humid. Very humid! True Key West summer weather.

I graduated from Manhattan College. Manhattan grads are known as Jaspers. After a Christian brother named Jasper who early taught at the College.

There is a blogger out there in cyber space by the name of Jasper fjohn68. No mistake. That is his e mail name. He is a Manhattan College graduate also.

He is a conservative at heart. Perhaps more. His writings suggest he is far to the right. Nothing wrong with that. I tend to be a bit to the left on occasion. Actually, most of the time.

Jasper John, as I shall call him, will comment on my blogs on those rare occasions when I take a political position or make a leftist comment. His written reaction to whatever I may have said is to knock me on my ass! He is not gentle in his retort!

I do not mind. At least he is reading me. And I love controversey involving an exchange of ideas.

I doubted Jasper John had a sense of humor. I viewed him as a bit of a stiff ass.

I was wrong.

Jasper John commented on yesterday’s blog. With a joke! A golf joke. And it was funny! Left me laughing!

Jasper John beware! We are becoming friends!

I walked Duval yesterday for exercise. Quiet. Really quiet. The off season.

I continue to be amazed at the number of new ice scream and gelato stores. There must be a lot of money in selling these items. They are located where the rents are $10,000 to $25,000 per month.

Spent some time at Borders. Read chapters from two books. One had to do with saving a marriage. Good time for me to read it! After the divorce!

Had to grocery shop. Company coming. Donna and Terri. A different selection of foods purchased when one has company.

Donna and Terri had already arrived by the time I got home. We sat in the kitchen and caught up for about two hours.

Then it was nap time for me.

Donna and Terri were off to a birthday dinner for Lynda Frechette. I was not invitedf. For shame whoever put it together!

I decided to stay in and work on friday’s radio show. Spent about 4 hours working away. Not done yet. But getting there. It will be good!

Topics will include American soldier suicides in the Afghanistan and Iraqi Wars, recently announced deep water drilling off the coast of Cuba, Argentina’s approval of same sex marriage, Washington weird dumb lawes, Australia’s denial of an extradition request by Hungary of a Nazi war criminal, the Holland v. Florida U.S. Supreme Court decision, the weird court lawsuit of the week involving Massachusetts, and more.

I was tired when I finished. So it was off to bed and sleep.

Golf this morning. It may only be Yankee Jack and me. The group slims down in the summer. People leave for the summer. Others take vacations. If just Yankee and me, I will play him straight up. No strokes. Time to test my new abilities on the golf course. Yankee generally gives me 18 strokes. I have to find out if I can play as well as I think I can.

Enjoy your day!

Big day today!

Donna and Terri arrive to spend some time with me. Key West awaits them! They are both lovable and loving. We are all anxious to hear about Terri’s pending Broadway plans. She just finished 3 months in the hit Chicago as Matron Mama Morton.

Lynda Frechette is back in town! For her birthday! Happy birthday Lynda!

Lynda is one of Key West’s most dynamic individuals.

Today is historically significant. However, from the sparsity of news concerning the event, it would appear America has forgotten.

There are important events to be remembered. Never to be forgotten.

One is man landing on the moon.

Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin did just that 41 years ago today. July 20, 1969. Sometime after 10 in the evening upstate New York time. I remember.

I considered at the time and still do man’s landing on the moon the most colossal event of my life. Imagine. Two men getting in a space ship and flying 240,000 miles to the moon. Safely landing there. Then walking around on the moon’s surface. And finally being able to safely return to earth.

A WOW without comparison!

I wanted my four children to see and remember the event the rest of their lives. They were small at the time. I got them up out of their sleep and beds and brought them downstairs to our family room. I explained what was occurring on TV. Good luck! They soon fell asleep! I recall Lisa being the first to drop off. She was all of 6 at the time.

To this day, none of them recall Daddy waking them up or watching the event.

I tried.

Played golf yesterday. With Larry, Mark, Mike and Chuck.

I am still hitting the ball well. Pitching terrific, also. I am hitting some great shots from 130 yards and in. However I have yet to select the correct club. I am always a club too long or a club too short. This will remedy itself in due course. Then, watch out!

Lost $6. Not bad.

This blog appears here and on Facebook. I would like to expand its readership to Twitter. I am not computer literate. Lisa is doing it for me. I spent a couple of hours with her yesterday afternoon working on it. Hopefully by the end of today, Key West Lou will be available through Twitter also.

Lisa did accomplish one thing for me. I could never figure out how to put my picture on Facebook. Lisa hit a few keys and voila! There I was!

It is a generational thing. My lack of mechanical ability.

I ate in last night. I was exhausted from golf. It was a mistake.

While grocery shopping over the weekend, I bought a package of Oreos. First time in 30 years! I do not eat Oreos.

Last night I did! About 15 in one sitting! Good! Bad! I will never buy them again! I have a hard enough time controlling my weight as it is.

Today is the start of Hemingway Days here in Key West. It is an annual event. Hemingway look alikes invade Key West. A contest. One will be declared winner. A big deal!

A tough decision. Each looks just like Hemingway! White beard and all!

Enjoy your day!

Up early this morning!

Going to play golf with Larry Smith and the monday morning gang.

Sun just rising. From where I am sitting on the deck, I can see black clouds and pink covered clouds. We are into the rainy season. May rain today. No, will rain. However I hope it does not rain on me while I am playing golf.

Solares Hill is a terrific weekly that is published every Sunday. Yesterday’s Solares Hill had a quote by Ernest Hemingwway. “I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.”

Wish that was the case! I still carry my Catholic guilt around with me. Catholic grammar school, high school and college. Everything I experienced that made me feel good was bad. Subject matter for the confessional. Still the same on occasion. Our upbringings never leave us.

Love Hemingway! However…..his quote was a white wash for his occasional not so correct living.

There goes my Catholic upbringing again! And judgmental besides! A terrible thing!

I spent yesterday morning in bed enjoying the Sunday morning talk shows.

Lunched at Hogfish. For about 2 hours. Took my time. Read the Sunday papers.

A good crowd. Mostly locals. Many families. Enjoying an easy Sunday.

In between caught the finish of the British Open. This young guy who won is made for life! Good for him! Oh, the million dollars of endorsements he will sign this week! It is good to see success befall a person.

Dinner with Lisa and the family last night. Pizza and fajitas. A good meal!

Always fun to be with the grandchildren. They practiced putting on the living room carpet for about an hour after dinner. I am impressed by their control. They are developing well. This week I plan on taking them to the golf course to play 2 holes. They are more excited about riding in the cart than playing.

I came home to some house work. I have company arriving Tuesday. Donna and Terri. They are not sure how long they will be staying. I had a voice message saying”…we are staying forever!” Whatever! I do not mind. Love them both.

Just my luck! I have two terrific women staying with me. I am now single and eligible. And they are both lesbians! Recently legally joined in a same sex marriage in Milford, Connecticut.

Enjoy your day!

Sunday!

Layed in bed a while longer than usual. Good to do.

Took a walk along Smather’s Beach yesterday morning. A perfect breeze coming in off the ocean from the northeast.

A late lunch at Harpoon Harrys. Really late. I was the only one there. Stayed a while reading the local papers.

Then to the Coffeee House. I was looking forward to the New York Times. Too late. All newspapers gone, except for one copy of the New York Post. Better than nothing. We all need a far right infusion on occasion.

I ended up spending two hours at the Coffee House. Met a nice lady. Annie.

It was a day of two Annies for me. I had watched the musical Annie, better known as Orphan Annie, on the Turner channel earlier in the morning. Now I meet this very charming person.

Annie came over and asked if she could sit in the green wing back chair next to me. Of course.

She was not hustling me. She obviously had been there before and knew how comfortable the chairs were.

We started chatting and did so for the next two hours. Stimulating conversation.

Annie was reluctant to share her age with me. A female thing. I would peg her somewhere in her 50s.

Medium height. Very thin. Pale.

She is naturally thin. Told her I hated her. I had to watch everything I ate.

Fair skinned because she stays out of the sun. A common thing. Many women do.

She is a New Yorker. Lives in the Village. Works at Lincoln Center. Has worked there for many a year. Does all sorts of things. Plus occasionally a bit of acting.

We covered the world and its many ills and pleasures. She seemed to be taken with Miami Beach. Her present interest was the Mel Gibson problem . She asked what I thought. I said the Bible covers it. Judge not lest ye be judged.

She has spent the last several summers in Key West. Two months each time. July and August. Her brother owns a home just off White Street on Ash. She prefers the summers in Key West. Fewer people, cheap menus, etc. Plus she did not find the weather offensive. The constant cool breeze off the ocean made the heat tolerable.

Annie seemed to be quiet by nature. I had to draw her out into conversation. She enjoyed our give and take. I enjoyed her.

Perhaps we shall meet again at the Coffee House.

I left the Cofffee House and wanted to hook up with Lisa and the family. I telephoned Lisa. No answer on her cell. I went over to Higgs Beach on the chance they might be there. They were not.

As I turned into Key Haven on the way home, my cell rang. It was Lisa. They had just pased me in the opposite direction. I did not see them. They had been at my house swimming.

I spent the evening home. I had groceries which had been purchased the night before. Made myself a light dinner and went to bed. Watched old movies on TV. Fell asleep.

I was in a deep sleep. My cell phone rang. It was an effort to answer the phone. Forget answering it, I had trouble finding the phone in my groggy condition.

It was a friend from New York. She was drunk and depressed. Wanted to talk. Share her problems with me. At 2 in the morning! A good guy I am. But this was too much!

I listened for about 10 minutes. Just listened. Grunted occasionally so she knew I was there. Then told her I had heard enough. I needed my sleep. We would talk again in a year. It was a year ago we last talked. That is the time between her calls.

Enjoy your Sunday!