Monthly Archives: February 2011

One of the things we are trying to do here is maintain some sense of the real Florida in a place that cycles wildly from bland, vapid sameness, to theme park mania, to some kind of insipid, Post-Jimmy-Buffet parrot-infused coconut … Continue reading →

Raw, foggy, and wet today, with showers moving up the coast from the south, but no wind, and temps hovering mid-sixties.  Actually pleasant.  Seas very rough.  Even with everything closed up, you could hear the crashing of big surf last … Continue reading →

The hurricanes of ’04 took out so much sand we had no beach to walk, run, or ride on in winter, even at low tide.  Summers were better– the lows are lower in summer– but it really wasn’t near what … Continue reading →

In their infinite wisdom, the editorial board of The Skinny Island Post has elected to give the Sunday page to island resident The Feral Poet, at least for the short term, to do with as he sees fit. This is … Continue reading →

One night, about three years before we moved into this old house, I admitted a patient with a very interesting story to the hospital telemetry unit in which I worked.  She was a frail little woman in her eighties, dehydrated … Continue reading →

We’ve taken to carrying plastic bags with us for walks on the beach, to have something to put all the trash in.  The stuff pictured is what wouldn’t fit in the bags on one thirty-minute walk. Some days are worse … Continue reading →