I just returned from an extended weekend in Key West mixing with my chemically dependent friends there, whose camaraderie I have managed to survive over some three decades. In addition to that, I was reminded Sunday morning why I miss the island so much… I was crossing Bayview Park toward the tennis courts and passed a smiling, portly, middle-aged man, balding, sporting a black beard, and bare-chested except for the bra he was wearing… You never see stuff like that in Vero Beach.
Back
