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Shakesthecoffecan:
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Z3pMfCTQHU[/youtube]
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Shakesthecoffecan:
--- Quote from: garycottle on January 30, 2008, 05:05:19 pm ---Shall we gather at the river... That certainly takes me back to my childhood. Thanks for the video Truman. Hope you are well.
You asked about the film Matwan down in my blog a few days ago. I'm wondering if you noticed that I anwered you.
Take care.
Hugs to you, you sexy beast. :laugh:
Gary
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I sure did, sorry I didn;t post, I will get over there.
Shakesthecoffecan:
;)
But I never did go see the African Queen. It was docked nearby where we stayed, but for what ever reason I never remembered to go over there and see it. I had time, driving up and down the road, looking for a Winn Dixie, calling my friend and asking him what the temperature was in his world. ;) Finding a Winn Dixie, which I thought was gone from the earth. Finding mangos, but I never went to see the African Queen and I regret that.
The day after the snorkeling adventure, the beginning of the last year George Bush will be in the White House, it was time to make the road trip to Key West. A trip of a hundred or so miles out the chain of islands. On this series of bridges, sometimes seeing the remains of the railroad bridge that carried the trains to and from the deep water port of Key West. Carried also the huge pipeline of drinking water from Miami, so all these people could live out there.
Down U.S. 1, the old road, The Overseas Highway. From Key to Key, there are hundreds of them. All of them named, even if it is named No Name Key. We came up on Islamorda, its coporation name, I thought how you could break up the syllables to makes it Islam-orada. ;D The local business not relaced by corporate Ameira so much, there were McDonalds and Wendys and the like, but mostly it was Highway 1, on and on, under an overcast sky, srounded by water at times, the wind whipping, I was glad I was not in the Hummer from Teaneck, New York, as we crossed the bridges. We visited a natural area set aside on Vaca Key, learned how the islands were settled by people from the Bahamas. Decendants of free Africans and British loyalists from revolutionany times. No hurry, 55 mph at the most, thru Marathon, Biahonda State Park, where my classmates camped years ago and stole the sign, to Big Pine Key, home of the endangered Key Deer, which we searched all over the island for, and at the last moment saw one behind an auto parts store. The mile markers continued to decline, the naval airstation came into view, and at 1:30 in the afternoon, thankfully, Chicos Cantina, where Mexican food and Margaritas were greedily consumed next to a propane heater.
From there we were off to explore Key West with what day light we had left.
The Claus were the people who had lived here. When the Spanish arrived with Ponce De Leon in 1521 they called this island Cayo Hueso, or Island of Bones, as the place was littered with them. Human bones, everywhere. Here now was Truman Street, named for my namesake, who was not the only President to fall in love with the place, but the one who spent the most time there, largely because they were renovation the White House at the time. Buzzed and cautions we cruised along and came upon the Adult Book story that I have already written about.
We also saw a chicken cross the road. Lots of them, They are everywhere. Not as many as I saw on the island of Kauai, but they blended in to the landscape, the old houses, the run down shotguns boarded up, worth in the millions, we were nearing the end of the line. We had passed mile marker zero and parked the car. We had walked past the southern most house in the contiguous U.S., and its neighbor the southernmost southernmost house (you can say that twice and mean it again) and out onto the concrete pier, out in to the murky shallow greenish water, where you are told not to dive in because it is shallow, owing no doubt, to Thelma and Louise's, drunk on Margaritas, unable to resist the pull of Cuba, only 90 miles away, oh if we could just get there and talk to Castro, have a drink with him, we could cure all this nonsense and get along. "Can we all get along?" and there, at the end of the pier, smiling down us her eternal frozen smile, was Anne Frank.
Smiling, that goofy, Gyllenhaalesque smile from a pre war photo booth, a napkin around her neck, she sits already at the table of brotherhood, or whatever, Dr. King spoke of, where the sons of slaves and the sons of slave owners will sit together, in brotherhood, or what ever is inclusively appropriate, and she tells us, that indeed, that basically all people are good. They get lost sometimes, they do stoopid things, (but you don't be mean to them. ;) ), and you take in a lung full of sea air and you stare off, into the void, into the blue that people occasionally fall out of.
And your phone beeps with a text from Lynne axing where you are.
Scott6373:
"We also saw a chicken cross the road."
Did you ask them why they were doing that?
loneleeb3:
--- Quote from: Shakestheground on January 30, 2008, 03:49:34 pm ---[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Z3pMfCTQHU[/youtube]
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That was beautiful!
I remember that one.
It also reminds me of a joke.
A Preacher was having a fiery sermon on the evils of alcohol.
He ended his sermon by slamming his Bible down on the podium and saying "all the vile alcohol should be taken from the stores and poured straight into the river!" He then picked up the Bible and stomped off to sit down as the music minister stood to lead the closing hymn.
"Now dear brothers and sisters" he said "turn to page 214 in your hymnals and join me in singing that wonderful hymn Shall We Gather at the River". The preacher fainted! :laugh:
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