From my perspective, the best Fantasy Fest event is thursday night. Toga time!

Tonight the night!

Go to Duval and stand around in front of Sloppy Joe’s.

My recommendation assumes you enjoy a bit of nudity and perversion. Men and women alike clothe in white half sheets. My appreciation has always been in viewing the female gender naked. Some of the ladies enjoy showing off their wares. A sale, of course. For beads. First the breasts, then what’s in front down below, then their derrieres. Some then offer more. If a deal is made, she is off behind a building with some gent.

I only looked. A voyeur at heart. Never even bought a view. Watched on someone else’s beads.

Another “attire” option, spray painted. Ladies basically naked. Spray painted with private parts covered with a piece of material in some tiny fashion.

My joy will not be satiated tonight. Nor has it been since the beginning of COVID. I do not do Fantasy Fest any longer. Incapable. I walk with a cane. Even with a cane, my walking is limited to one block. Pain too much any further. Parking a pain, also. So I am compelled to deny myself the toga evening.

The first Fantasy Fest Parade was this day in 1979. Down Duval. Twenty six floats. Fast Buck Freddie’s Bride of Dracula won the Best Float award.

It is too bad Key West no longer has Fast Buck Freddie’s. One of the finest department stores in the world!

Yesterday, I did my duty by God and country. Voted. Completed my mail in ballot and personally delivered it to the Voting Offices on Whitehead. Mailing it in required too much work. A stop at the post office, waiting in line, etc.

I was surprised at the scarcity of voters. No one. Louis alone. I was there all of 20 seconds. Walked in, handed it to a woman and I was done. It was 2 in the afternoon. I have voted this way in the past. Normally people like me dropping their ballots off and others waiting in line to vote.

I had lunch earlier at Harpoon Harry’s. Told Ron to read my recent blog titled Harpoon Harry’s. Mentioned Angela and Vince DiLoreto that I had met at the Chart Room and recommended to them Harpoon Harry’s tuesday special lasagna. They stopped in tuesday. Angela wrote me and said how much she and Vince enjoyed the meal.

After voting, I stopped at the library to see Corey. Frist time. He has a nice office set up. We chatted about Robert and how he is doing in his first semester in college.

Gasoline in Key West fluctuating within 10 cents. Three days ago, it was $3.99 a gallon. Two days ago, $3.89 a gallon. Yesterday, back up to $3.99 a gallon.

The media is not always correct. Today and yesterday. On this day in 1941, the Chicago Daily Tribune in an editorial dismissed the possibility of war with Japan: “She cannot attack us. That is a military impossibility. Even our base at Hawaii is beyond the effective striking power of her fleet.”

Marjorie Taylor Greene tells a woman she is too old to have a say on abortion.

An elderly woman called in to a talk show where Greene was guesting: “My body is my body and I don’t want the government telling me what I can do with my body.”

Greene’s comment was out of line. At 87, I am too old to fight. However, I should be able to have an opinion and say whether I believe my country should go to war.

Syracuse/Notre Dame saturday. At Syracuse. Twelve noon.

Syracuse is 6-1, Notre Dame 4-3.

The Syracuse Dome holds roughly 50,000 spectators. Sold out.

Enjoy your day!