Boats and Beaches World Tour: Living in Key West, Florida

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Living in Key West, Florida

The last several weeks I have been living in Key West, Florida. One man's economic crisis is another man's gain. Someone suffering the cold in Minnesota purchased a boat slip during the boom and now economic realities prevent him from retiring and moving his boat to Florida. I rent his slip at half-price in a nice, sheltered marina and enjoy living his retirement dream. Punish me for saying that. Key West is a great place, weird for most, end of the road for many, and an adventure for some -- la vida es una aventura.

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Favorite Quotes

"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives."

- Annie Dillard

"Perfection is achieved not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."

- Antoine de Saint Exupery

"The years thunder by. The dreams of Youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of Patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed."

- Sterling Hayden

"I am continuing non-stop towards the Pacific Islands because I am happy at sea, and perhaps also to save my soul."

- Bernard Moitessier

"The wind and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators."

- Edward Gibbon

"Not all horses were born equal. A few were born to win."

- Mark Twain

"Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men's reality. Weird heroes and mold-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final."

- Hunter S. Thompson

Sea Fever, by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail shaking,

And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.