Last Night on the PT 109
Trip Start Jan 28, 2013
7Trip End Feb 03, 2013
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While we are talking about life on the Bismarck please pray for the only plumber in Key West. Apparently his doctor’s appointment did not go well. In fact it went so poorly it lasted four days. On the upside, with the lack of plumbers in Key West, I am re-evaluating my retirement options. How hard can it be? I have glued pvc before. I can solder a pipe and most importantly I can show up when called
Our worldly possessions removed from the Queen Anne’s Revenge, I called Blackbeard and happily woke his drunken ass up. I told him we were out of here and the key was on the counter. He babbled something about making it up to me; I said yeah right and hung up.
Off to Key West for breakfast. We decided to start the day at Harpoon Harry’s, a Key West classic. We were lucky enough to have Les Nessman for our waiter. Now I know what happens when you are not "on the air in Cincinnati". The breakfast was good but service was slow. Properly stuffed, it was time to walk downtown to the corner of Flemming and Whitehead Street to visit the most pilfered sign in America. Mile Marker 0. The beginning and the end of US 1. Properly awed and photographic memories created, it was back to the center of town to do some last minute shopping that lasted till lunch time.
Final meal in Key West was at the Three Amigos, home of the square taco. Taco’s were square, the salsa bland and with a three hour drive ahead…..no tequila. The view was cool for people watching but the music was horrible….disco. Disco? Really, in 2013? Disco is dead. Thank God. Well apparently it is dead everywhere but the Three Amigos in Key West. Maybe the Three Amigos is just a cover name for the Bee Gees. Are any of them still around?
Time for the drive back to Miami, which was as beautiful as the drive down, with the exception of the crazy lady in the white Bronco who was doing stupid things all the way up US 1
Of course, before the flight home there is the Miami airport. The Miami airport is a lot of things but a model of efficiency is not anything it will ever be accused of. I will save the rental car return drama and skip to the more than an hour of my life I won’t get back from waiting in the screening line. I am not going to blame TSA. It is not their fault when some pin heads (probably Congress) decide that two screening points on a Sunday morning in the cruise capitol of the east coast is good idea. Idiots.
An uneventful flight calumniating with a smooth landing during snow flurries. Welcome home. Great Food. Great Drinks. Great Memories. Great Family. Thanks for making turning the Big 5-0 much less of a blow.