The air envelops, vacuum-sealing the skin with moisture, ill-fitting and alien. Clothes react to the alteration in the physique, ironed pleats melting. Tendrils of mouse brown bangs cling- cooked spaghetti in a pan. It isn’t until the
Ft. Lauderdale airport fades from view and the toll road that the air conditioning in the rental beats back the sullen mid-afternoon July heat. Florida
Palm trees and sprouting developments dapple the landscape, the tropical foliage out of place among the hastily built habitations, dubitable monuments to William Levitt. The loosely coiled expressway through
Miami is pleasant: Toll booths unfortunate dams in the Gulf Stream’s trafficked flow. I cynically wonder if the state doesn’t encourage rental agencies to recommend the “road less traveled” to ensure the population of their taxable byways. With Christmas morning anticipation, I strain to get my first glimpse of the exit to and Highway One, the expectancy of arrival heightens as I contemplate the solitary dime jingling in my pocketbook. They can pave the everglades on someone else’s penny. They’ll have to. Homestead
I tuck my wallet away, relax into the leather of the import and set the cruise control, realizing even as I take my foot off the accelerator that the stop-and-go flow of the mostly one-lane highway will make cruising superfluous. I gaze off to the side, anxiously awaiting my first blush of the ocean… new time, new place.
is a different world—anything is possible; the real world, paradoxically, is the unwanted dream. The carbon dioxide in the back and deepest section of my airway passage loosens, releases… Key West
Blue, turquoise, green, indigo, cyan, white surf spraying, rolling, pulling, dragging out… nothingness.
Sailing away to
Here’s looking at you, kid…
Buccaneer Drive… hey there Buccaneer!
won’t starve, lardo…
two hours tops . . .
Captain Jim’s Diving and Shoveling
… shoveling? …
Pay to shovel fish?
Snorkeling! More like it.
Ann’s Beach… sand, warm water, sinking, drifting, kelp anklets, slimy, green things… used to hate it-
grew on me.
Wonder if he’s heard anything. . .
happens all the time. . .
misunderstanding, miscommunication, misplaced, missing, mistake…
One mile to Islamorada—Ila,
What poison… poison for
Cusco? Yes, that poison… wood. Bible. King -- who??? . . . solvent? solver!
Hey! C’mon, move it! Want to be there before the sunset… or sunrise at this rate! Need to get around this beat up bug, long-haired potsmoking lib--- “Oh look honey, another pro-lifer for war”... hilarious!
Glare is horrible…
Just like Bogey and Bacall…
starring in my own late, late show…
I told it all.
drive slow- or… speed updeer burger.
L o n g Key.
Houses with legs --
elevators for handicapped? Water would swirl…
a personal Jacuzzi…
worry it would crash—
Theater of the Sea Catchy!
And Now Ladies and Gentlemen… for your viewing pleasure.
And next door: Sea-food Buffet. That makes it easy: A retirement center- Flipper in a whole new show!
Ladies and gentlemen… now for your dining pleasure.