In 1985 I was 31 years old and I lived in Key West, Florida. I lived at 1208 Bay Street. A two bedroom, one bathroom apartment situated next to the busiest car repair shop on the island. This apartment was one block from Garrison Bight- the city marina. I could look out my front door and see the Gulf of Mexico. the Old Town Trolley Barn was also next to me as well as the Key West Bar and Grill. The Key West Bar and Grill had a drive-up liquor store. Right across the street from me lived a girl who was a heavy weight. Stout. Very long, thick hair. I never knew her name until many years later, like 10 years later, I went to work at the Key West Convalescent Center. The front office girl here looked very familiar to me and after a little while it dawned on me who she was. I remember her name now as Dona Rosado. I recently caught up with her on a Facebook page. She is still my friend. she lost 160# by diet and exercise over a course of 2 years.
So my little neighborhood here was tropically satisfying. Palm trees, ibis and geckos filled my yard. I had a big backyard and I mowed weekly. I built a big picnic table to sit my guests at as they came to eat the spaghetti sauce and grilled food I cooked.
When I moved into this apartment it needed a total make over. It took me a full month of working on it at least 8 hours a day to get it to look ship shape. As soon as I got it to look the way I wanted it to look my first out of town guests arrived. They stayed for a week. I barely knew them. A 21 year old and her boyfriend. We were being used. I think this is the last time I let this happen to me. ha ha.
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