John Edwards (the real one, not the fake psychic [and that's an oxymoron] or the sleazy NC lawyer/senator/cheat) is down here in the Keys. He brought down his Montgomery 17 and will spend the next week or so sailing the bayside. John is an all-round genial fellow to have around. Tells humorous stories of his time trapping bears with the Forest Service and of growing up in South Philly with the street crooners and bad guys.
Had a disappointing piece of fish at Herbie's in Marathon. It was dolphin with Key Lime butter sauce. Heavy on the lime and got bitter. Went searching for the original "bridge to nowhere". The drawbridge over the Boot Key harbor channel was built for a planned development on Boot Key. The local water and electric services play real hardball about growth. All the water is piped down from Miami along with most of the other juice. The city of Marathon and the developers didn't have enough political juice to get the permits for sparks and water, but the bridge is there anyway. It's on 20th Street semi-permanently locked in the raised position.
After a dessert of RV-made brownies (I really married the right one!) John and I sat out side under a thin moon and cocoanut palms playing around with my Ovation guitar, Fender G-DEC amp and all the old songs we could play.
Then after an uplifting session of fine music, we watched "The World's Dumbest Drivers 5" off the satellite and turned in. Another in a long string of perfect days.
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