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100th Post – Dreaming of Key West

August 27, 2011

in every life we have some trouble,
when you worry you make it double
don’t worry, be happy

-Bob Marley

We’ve been at this chronicling of Guam and points beyond for several months – enough to accrue 100 posts.  On this milestone as fate would have it, the Pheebs and I are apart, she awaiting surgery and I’m working diligently on Guam.  A world away from the Midwest.

But how did we get here?

Interesting story, this.  Allow the indulgence on this blogging milestone…

The Pheebs has a rare disorder, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, or EDS, which makes changes in temperature painful.  As the girls approached college age, we began to think of moving to a warmer climate, but where?

Easy.  As far south as we could go and still get to the girls in a matter of hours…Key West.   Have you ever gone to a place and thought, “This is IT!  I have found me a home!”

That was Key West for us.  The decision made within 48 hours of the first visit.

When people think of Key West, they think palm trees, bars and beaches.

While this may be true, (actually it is – we consistently get high marks for some of the better beaches in Florida, and we do have over 200 bars and restaurants) the real attraction isn’t the party atmosphere, beach life or its geographic locale.

We were initially enthralled, as most newbies are, with the weather.

Flip-flops on a tanned foot in February, a seductive tonic.

Then there are sunsets.

And yes, we spent more than our fair share of time at the beach.

Yet these thing become rather mundane after a while.  What makes Key West truly special, you ask?

Well…it’s one of the last small towns which function as a small town.

Cars aren’t needed to get around.  The largest city in Florida prior to World War I, Key West is bike and pedestrian friendly.

Consistent temperatures blur the line between inside

and outside.

People use their porches as points of social interaction.

We can sit on that little blue bench and talk to an average of 8-10 neighbors in an hour’s time on any given evening.

Ahh…the house.  I forgot.  We bought a 19th century cottage in Old Town which, while solid, needed some care and attention.

It was fairly nondescript, yet it responded nicely to a little elbow grease.

Yes – that’s the same house.

It’s an amazing place to live – here in our little cottage at the end of the line.

We know almost all of our neighbors for blocks in any direction.  That’s the secret to a small town, by the way – being connected, not to a place, but to a community.

There may be places on the mainland like this – but in all our travels, we’ve not found them.  There’s magic in the streets of Key West, and it’s worked its way into the two of us.

Dreaming of Key West in Guam,

Chuck.

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. August 27, 2011 1:26 am

    Who did the painting?
    How did you trick her into marrying you again?

    Nice pictures Chuck, its beautiful.

    • dangerboyandpixie permalink*
      August 27, 2011 1:48 am

      The painting is by an artist named Peter Vey; internationally renowned painter of Key West scenes. He’s painted our house twice; this second rendition sold for…

      $8,000.00.

      Yes – the decimal point is in the right place, the last one went ‘too quickly’ at $6,000.00.

      Our house has been painted at least a dozen times that I’m aware of – and paintings of it have been featured in art exhibitions. Yes. We live in a painting, and it’s one of life’s great pleasures to regain consciousness in the morning and realize that we live in Old Town Key West.

      As for the Pheebs…crazy woman she is – she proposed to me. Over the telephone. Like ordering a pizza. “So, unhh…you wanna get married?”

      “Sure!”

      That was the beginning and the end of it right there.

      So you must hand-deliver Keith’s bike (hopefully after Mid November) and I’ll take you out to dinner.

  2. August 27, 2011 1:50 am

    Can I sleep on the Blue bench?

    • dangerboyandpixie permalink*
      August 27, 2011 1:54 am

      If you’re nice (and not too loud) you may sleep in the guest bedroom and use the Art Deco bath we designed to integrate architecturally with the house. Neither are big – but they serve a purpose.

  3. August 27, 2011 9:12 am

    Soon we will both be sitting side by side on our little blue bench:)

    • dangerboyandpixie permalink*
      August 27, 2011 5:52 pm

      One may only hope.

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