Inspired by the impish-looking Jack, pictured here, I big-dealed a few others, tourist and locals alike, into stepping up to the mike and reading something.
I thought it went well.
I even read one myself.
I asked a very nice tourist gal to pick a baseball poem from an anthology of baseball poetry I had because they were bummed to miss opening day at home in Cincinnati, she did, and she did great!
Then Whitey read one extemporaneously, then Lew from next door, then Dixie, and Nicole.
It was very cool and so spontaneous!
I think we will try it again tomorrow at 5:30! " width="640" height="640"/>
But, as this photo so vividly reminds me, Honey Island Swamp Band are coming right at you... this weekend…in spades...full-tilt.
Chris Mule, Aaron Wilkinson, Sam Price, Garland Paul, and Trevor Brooks will be in the house like furniture, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, 3 days, 7 sets. Yup " width="640" height="640"/>
Years back, The Green Parrot was mentioned in Cosmopolitan magazine as "the home of Key West's most terminally eligible bachelors", and here's "Tom Robinson, looking more like the antidote for amour than the mythological God of Desire, as our very own Valnetine's Day Cupid " width="640" height="640"/>