Oh snap!

Every now and then,you just hear a really good burn. These rare events need to be recorded for all to enjoy. The following burn happened eariler today and was between my 18 ear old brother, Thomas, and my 27 year old brother, Matt.


Matt: So hey, Thomas, where's your truck.

Thomas: It's still at the shop.

Matt: Ha, told ya.

Thomas: Wait, where's your car? Oh, that's right, you don't have one!


Sometimes living at home does have it's good points....

Damn Floridians

(For the full story)

When Hometown Political Action Committee Chairwoman Carol Wightman introduced the Key West mayoral candidates Monday night before almost 200 people at the Tropic Cinema, she wasn't concerned with making the position sound glamorous.

“It's a full-time job for $10,000 a year,” she said. “Now I ask you: Why would you want this job?”

The six candidates laughed and then readied themselves for the onslaught of questions from business owner Jon Allen, Community Housing Committee Chairman Richard Grusin and Solares Hill Editor Nancy Klingener.

Grusin asked Carie Noda what her vision is for Key West over the next 20 years. She explained she's traveled all over and feels Key West is the most beautiful city in the world, though she did not say specifically what direction she'd like the city to take.

Noda, a newcomer to the race, was born in Cuba and has lived in Key West since she was 6 months old. She emphasizes an effective disaster relief plan, something she says the current administration has ignored. She says she's worked as an American Red Cross executive director in New York and was designated a Red Cross international delegate. She was also a substance-abuse counselor and worked at social-service entities.

Incumbent Morgan McPherson said he'd like to “take that bumper sticker of ‘One Human Family' and make it a heartfelt truth.”

“Key West is a carnival,” candidate Sloan Bashinsky said. “I think we could do unbelievable things with the pirate theme,” touching on his proposal that Key West should exploit its connection to the infamous sailors of the Caribbean by dressing up its city workers or the homeless as pirates.

“Arrrrrgg,” said candidate and former Mayor Jimmy Weekley when asked to answer the same question. And then on a more serious note, “There has been rhetoric, but no performance,” adding that when he was mayor, the Duval Street T-shirt shops were “under control.”

My Road

There are no phone poles where I drive. No wires stretched across the roads, crisscrossing the blue dome above and making it seem so much less majestic then it should be.

There are no buildings on my way, no towers to obscure my view of the sky. The only stone I see is natural, boulders and gravel. The only monoliths are the long standing sentinels we call trees.

The land is flat and I can see for miles in all directions, granted I can find a path through the trees. There is corn growing to the right and a purple colored grass growing in the ditches amongst the cattails.

There are no other cars in the middle of the day. All is quiet save for the sound of my music and the soft hum of my tires on the pavement. No bumps, no potholes, no speed limit.

At night I can see all the stars out the windows, or overhead if I pull over and sit on the trunk of my car. The breeze is sweet and the wind is soft, tossing an occasional leaf my way.

There is no other traffic, no other form of life like mine.

There is just me, my car, and my road.