How come I’ve never seen this before!

I love, love, love this guys blog. It’s what any good leave-yer-damn-job-and-move-to-the-damn-tropics blog should be like. Very much worth a read, heck.. I may even buy his book!

Anyway, reading that blog makes me want to begin paying more attention to ConchTales again. I know I keep saying that, but it will happen.. and soon. I’ve just been supra-busy lately with getting Bone Island Graphics up and running. As soon as my secret cloning device is fully operational, you will begin seeing more activity here.

So ’till I post again.. read this.

Cheers!

Mike

So I guess I’m not quite ready to pull the plug on this blog yet. I’ve been away from it for about 6 months, and I find that I miss it. There’s a certain solace in writing out your thoughts.. a chance to sort it all out on paper. Well, not paper exactly, but you get the idea.

I’ve been working night and day trying to maintain my day job while building up Bone Island Graphics (BIG) in the evenings and weekends, so I haven’t had much time for doing anything fun at all. Life has become one big blur of running from one project to another.

I remember when we moved to Key West hearing that the locals did nothing but work and had no time to enjoy the finer aspects of living here. That’s crazy, I thought.. how could you NOT enjoy all the things Key West has to offer? Well, it appears that I’ve fallen into that routine myself, and I can say with all honesty that it’s time for a break. Something has to give.

I think I’ll begin with a heavy dose of Fantasy Fest!

It’s hard to believe it’s time for all of this again. The Vampire’s Ball is this Saturday, and I’ve yet to really figure out how I’m decorating for that. I guess it’ll be seat-of-the-pants again, it seemed to work last year, so cross your fingers.

Also starting up this weekend is the Haunting of Fort Taylor. I didn’t have any time whatsoever this year to donate to that event, but from what I hear they are ramping up nicely for the first night Tomorrow Evening. I’m sure it will be fantastic as usual.

Next Wednesday or Thursday, we’ve got a few folks coming into town for the Fantasy Fest madness. It’s a smaller crew this year, which is fine by me considering last year we were crammed into the apartment like sardines. Josh, Alex, Trev, and one newbie friend of Josh’s will descend on the Porch of Destiny for 4 days and nights of excess. I’m really looking forward to just having a good time and not worrying about WORK for a few days.

I will of course post some photos so all of you who can’t be here to enjoy it can see what you’re missing (or not missing).

Speaking of photos, a few months ago I cleaned out all of my myriad google / picasa accounts. I don’t know how I managed to get so many of them, but there were too many for me to keep track of, so I consolidated them. When I did that all the links and galleries on this site went kablooey. I didn’t worry about it much at the time, because I was determined to shut this site down. Apparently that isn’t gonna happen though, so I went through and fixed all the links. Who loves ya?

Mike

I have, over the last few months toyed with the idea of taking this site down because it seems I just don’t have the time to sit down and write in it any more, and it pains me to leave it sitting here unloved. This blog began it’s life as a way for me to vent and work through the slurry of emotions I was wading through after being laid off from what I like to call corporate slavery.

I wrote under the deluded intention of keeping my family and friends abreast of my whereabouts mentally and whatnot, but really it was (and I didn’t realize this at the time) more for my own sanity. I was trying to make sense of the world after getting kicked out of my middle-american, consumerist comfort zone.

Back then it was just called “Mike needs a life” because the only thing I really did know was that I woke up one day and found myself jobless, and that I had put so much energy into my job over the years that there wasn’t much else to my life but my job. I suppose that’s a typical story. I was so busy working I didn’t have time for the things I really wanted to do.. heck, I didn’t even know there was something else that I wanted to do.

When I moved to Key West I was still jobless (and remained so for 9 months) so I changed the name of the blog to Conch Tales and decided to write about my adventures in learning what it’s like to live here. That was great fun for quite a while, and it gave me a diversion from the boredom of unemployment. I envisioned an endless amount of things to babble on about. Eventually after becoming employed and settling into a routine, life picked up much as it always does when you have to go to work every day… and I felt myself slipping back into the old comfortable routine of just working. I stopped writing in my blog, I spent more time watching TV in the evenings because after coming home from working for the MAN, my brain was shut down, I spent less time working on my sculptures even though I had the money to buy materials finally.

It’s a funny thing. But it wasn’t long before I found myself pretty unhappy with life again. How could I be living in Key West and NOT be happy! I was living in paradise after all, right? I eventually came to the realization that working for someone else just was not the answer. I have too many of my own dreams and aspirations to be toiling away building someone else’s empire for a measly 15 bucks an hour and no benefits. I’ve always shunned the idea of being an entrepreneur, I just didn’t want to deal with the stresses of being self-employed. I guess maybe it’s because I’m getting up there in years, but these days I pretty much feel like there really isn’t any other avenue for me.

So you feel like you don’t have any free time?

What do you do? Start your own business? Yep. Brilliant. That’s what I did. I called it Bone Island Graphics. I partnered up with a co-worker who has supreme framing and gallery experience, we bought a huge printer, rented a shop, and now we’re in the graphic design, fine art printing and framing business. For the time being, we both still work our full-time jobs at the gallery so at least we didn’t take the hairy jump off the cliff into the great unknown. At the time of this posting, we’ve had our doors open for a month, and we have yet to make a penny for our troubles, but damn it feels good to go to work in my own shop on my ‘weekends’.

The walls are still bare, and it’s most definitely a work-in-progress, but we are functional. Now all we need is a little bit of business so I can stop paying rent out of pocket. When that happens, I will dance a little jig and probably drink a big bottle of rum… then sober up and pray for a little more business so maybe I can some day stop working for the MAN entirely.

Along with the Bone Island Graphics venture, I’m working hurriedly to finish a couple more sculpture pieces for a Steampunk art show in Connecticut that opens in October… and trying to write and illustrate a graphic novel… oh, and trying to spend as much time on the beach with Christina as I can.

So anyway

That’s my excuse. And I’m sticking with it. If you wake up one morning and suddenly Conch Tales is gone, at least you’ll know what happened

M

We survived another New Years Eve in Key West!

We’d planned to have a pretty quiet New Years Eve this year, but my friend Alex came down for a couple days, and Christina had a few friends from O-Town show up in an RV.. so apparently the universe was having none of that plan! Well, what the hell… what’s one more weekend in a long list of crazy times since October started? We only had to make it through ONE MORE weekend of visitors.. then life could resume it’s normal island pace. How hard could that be?

Alex stayed at our place on the futon, but luckily Christina’s friends had the RV, so at least the destruction to the apartment this time was minimal.

New years eve day we spent sitting on the porch tourist-watching and sipping mimosas. Alex cooked Ropa Vieja.. one of my favorite things in the world to eat (he makes it better than anyone I know, myself included). Christina’s friends joined us for some porch-merriment and dinner in the late afternoon, followed by Moose and Danyle and their two friends around 10 P.M. Now we had ourselves a party!

We scarfed up most of the remaining Ropa, drank copious amounts of Smirnoff, Corona, Cook’s, and Dr. Mcgillicuddy’s, and headed out into the fray on Duval with our beer goggles and funny hats on. Last year we’d gone to Schooner Wharf to see the dropping of the wench, so this year I really wanted to see the drag queen in the big red shoe drop on Duval. Unfortunately fate had a different plan.

It was a madhouse.

Apparently, and I just learned this a day or so ago, New Years eve is the largest tourist draw to Key West.. who knew? I always thought it was Fantasy Fest. At any rate.. the streets were completely jammed up with people. Alex, myself, and one of Christina’s friends, Sean somehow got separated from the rest of the group, and due to a bit too much pushing, drunk-swaying, screaming crowd anxiety, we made a stumbling break for it down the alley next to the Heartbreak Hotel into my friend Eric’s old courtyard to find respite by the pool.

We were just catching our breath when we were shoo’d out by some unsociable chicks who I guess moved in after Eric left. (The nerve!) We attempted to explain our plight but they were having none of it. I’d have thought single chicks without a party to go to on new years eve would jump at a chance to party down with the svelte likes of myself and my posse, but apparently I’d been suffering under a delusion. We headed out the back gate to escape in the opposite direction of the pulsing throng of drunken madness on Duval.

I was first through the gate, so of course I was the group idiot who didn’t see the big step down right there at the transition between the yards. I went ass-over-teakettle into the lawn next door, but thankfully didn’t hurt anything but my pride and my drink.. which was this point was mostly all over my face and the surrounding grass.

By this time we’d missed the countdown and the shoe drop, and we were solidly into the new year. I guess I’ll have to try again next year to see the venerable drag queen drop!

We met up with our lost members at the Green Parrot, where the party was still in full swing. I’d just about run out of patience for the evening, so Christina and I headed home to let the younger folks chase the dragon without the encumbrance of old farts to slow them down.

Bed was very welcome…

And Then…

Saturday morning around 5:30 A.M. Christina and I woke to the sound of someone rustling around on our back porch. Luckily for Alex, he identified himself before I could load the AR-15 and blast him.. haha.

We let him in. He was wearing nothing but underwear and socks. My mind spun with visions of Alex racing down Duval in the middle of the night in nothing but his skivvies.. with pimps chasing him. I lay there in bed half awake, and all I could do was chuckle as he did the walk of shame past the bed into the living room. And while the reality of the situation isn’t quite as amusing as my imagination, it still makes for a good story; he’d gone out to the porch at some point in the wee hours after coming home to have a smoke and eat a bowl of Ropa (YES, in his underwear!), and locked himself out of the apartment. Unable to wake us up by knocking, he’d decided to enhance the natural beauty of Key West After Midnight, and sleep in one of the porch chairs.

Well at some point I guess it got cold enough that he decided sleeping in the chair on the porch in his underwear was bullshit, and he began trying to jimmy the doorknob with a spoon. It was just at this point that some of Key West’s boys in blue happened to be cruising by and noticed a dude in underwear and socks trying to break into an apartment with a spoon.. so of course they had to stop and ask just what the hell he thought he was doing.

Long story short, Alex was able to convince the cops that he was a guest at our house, and they decided not to arrest him. Wishing him a good night on the porch, they drove away laughing. This is about when he decided to make the treacherous journey to the back porch down the obstacle-strewn alley between my apartment and the building next door and disturb our restful slumber.

Wait.. it’s Morning Already??

We got up around 10:00 that morning, made some mimosas, and resumed our porch-sitting / tourist-watching adventure. There is literally no end to the amazingly strange people you see walking the streets on any given holiday in Key West. Christina buzzed about in the kitchen all day cooking a turkey and making cornbread, stuffing, and all the other yummy things you have to eat on New Years Day.

We spent the day on the porch hanging out and laughing about the nights adventures, and when the turkey was done, we were joined once again by Moose and Danyle and we stuffed ourselves fat, then spent the rest of the evening shooting the shit and watching funny-or-die videos on the big screen.

Good friends, good food, and good times. That’s the way to bring in a new year!

October was a very rough month for me. It usually is. Halloween is my favorite holiday (is it a holiday? If not it should be), and I always get myself involved in all sorts of crazy projects. Add Fantasy Fest and a house full of visitors to the top of all that Halloween crunchy goodness, and you have a recipe for some serious fatigue. I think I was about ready to fall over and die when November 1st finally came; I felt as if I’d run a marathon only to find out there was no beer tent and dancing girls at the end! There’s only one thing to do when you feel like that… go to the Virgin Islands and keep drinking!

This trip began as a plan for thanksgiving camping trip to St. John. Christina and I go camping a lot with our good friends Gary and Karen, and we thought it would be a blast to fly down to St. thomas and hop the ferry to St. John for thanksgiving instead of trekking all over central Florida doing the family visitation thing. So we made tentative plans back in probably May of this year. As it turned out, Gary and karen wound up not being able to go, so instead of blowing off the entire plan, we changed the dates to the beginning of November to save on airfare and went anyway!

The plan had been to spend a few days on Water Island where our friends Ray and Cheri have a home. (It’s nice having friends who live in awesome places) After a few days, we would hop to St. Thomas and either stay at one of the campgrounds or get a hotel and just float in the ocean for 4 more days. Well..

St Thomas, U.S.V.I.	Movie Night on Honeymoon Beach

Best Laid Plans

We wound up (through a fortuitous chain events that involved many caribs on the beach at Joe’s beach bar on Water Island) meeting a couple of friends of Ray and Cheri’s who just happen to run a sailboat charter… and they weren’t booked that week! Plan change!

Loren and Jo and their sailboat “Ragamuffin” would be our hosts for the next 3 nights.. could it get any better than that?

The four of us met Loren at the ferry dock on water island at 8:00 Am Tuesday. We hopped in his dinghy and he took us out to the boat. And what a beautiful boat! She’s a 62 foot Ketch, teak decks and wood cabins below decks. Here’s their web page, if you are ever in the V.I. and are thinking about chartering a boat, I can tell you that you cannot go wrong with Jo and Loren.. One caveat though.. this is not the kind of trip you take if you are a princess or a high maintenance whiner.. this is a real-life-on-a-sailboat kind of charter. City slickers need not apply.We left our shoes in the dinghy, petted the guard kitty Squeak, and boarded the Ragamuffin for our four-day sailing adventure!

And We’re Off!

We went to Jost VanDyke first to check in with the customs office there. We anchored in Great Harbor and Loren and Cheri and myself dinghied in with the passports. Apparently checking into customs in the BVI is always an adventure.. Loren told us it would cost us either 25 dollars or 125 dollars depending on who was working the counter. We were guests on his boat, but as they are a charter, we might have been charged the higher charter price.. luckily Loren worked his magic and we got off on the cheap.

This was my first time in the British Virgin Islands, and I have to say, it was much more undeveloped than I had envisioned. I loved it immediately. There was a dirt road running along the back side of the beach.. hammocks in all the trees, and a bunch of shacks serving as everything from homes to restaurants to shops. We hopped back in the dinghy and motored back out to the sailboat to get serious about things.

We decided to head over one bay to White Bay in the dinghy so we could visit the infamous Soggy Dollar Bar. Ray, Cheri, Christina, and I jumped in the dinghy with Loren and he ferried us over. We jumped out of the Dinghy into the perfectly blue water and swam a few feet to shore.. Loren headed back to the sailboat. We’d planned on just hoping a taxi back.

We planted ourselves in a couple lawn chairs and hammocks and commenced relaxation. Ray and Cheri picked up a game of backgammon, and Christina snoozed in the hammock while I wandered around and shot pictures. A few painkillers and a vodka-tonic later we walked down the beach a bit to scope out Ivan’s Stree-Free Bar. We had to climb over a rocky outcropping, and through a path that wound down around the rocky surf, but it was worth the trek. Ivan’s seemed to be very stress-free indeed.. in fact no one was at the bar. We had to go find someone to get us a couple drinks. Shortly after we got there a power boat full of tourists from New York showed up and all ordered drinks at the bar. By this time we were beginning to realize that our chances of finding a taxi and getting back to Great Harbor on time to meet Loren and Jo at Foxy’s for dinner were dwindling, so Ray worked some more of his magic on the captain of the boat chartering the New York tourists around, and we were able to hitch a ride with them back around the horn to the other bay.

We said our farewells to our new drunk friends and wandered up the dock to Foxy’s. I’ve heard about Foxy’s before, I think most people have.. if only from the Foxy’s Lager beer signs all over the place in Florida Bars. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I certainly wasn’t disappointed. It was everything a Caribbean beach bar complex should be. Foxy’s would fit right in in Key West, there are license, bras, business cards, dollar bills, and all manner of other detritus attached to the ceiling and walls.

After a few drinks at Foxy’s we wandered on down the main boulevard to seek out some dinner. We wound up at a really cool little open-air restaurant. We ordered a few more beers and placed our orders. And waited. One thing you lear pretty quickly in the islands is that they move at their own pace! And this held true at all the restaurants we ate at, they cook everything from scratch when you order it. And let me tell you.. the wait is worth the mouthwatering cuisine that finally arrives at your table!

I think we must have been there in an off week or something, as none of the places we visited had anywhere near the kind of crowds they seemed to be built to handle. But it was kind of nice, it felt like we had our own personal island and bars!

We dinghied back out to the sailboat, poured some more rum drinks (see a trend here?) and just hung out and talked and generally had a great first evening. We were all pleasantly buzzed and worn out when we rolled into our bunks and passed out.

Jost VanDyke, B.V.I.	Sandy Spit, B.V.I.

Ahhhh…

We got up early the next day and we were off and sailing before 10:00 to our next destination! I slept amazingly well, I hadn’t expected to sleep at all, but the gentle rocking of the boat certainly didn’t bother me like I was worried it might.

We hit Sandy Spit at the East end of Jost VanDyke for some snorkeling before heading to Cane Garden Bay, Tortola for the night. Sandy Spit is a little (and I mean little) sand island in the middle of the ocean.. we anchored there and swam ashore.. wandered around picking up shells and such, then we swam back out to the boat and headed to Cane garden Bay.

We Dinghied in for dinner and shopping, and had some more really fabulous food, those Caribbean folk really know how to cook, then it was back to the boat for more cocktails and then to bed.

In the morning we were off and running.. this day’s journey would take us all the way around Tortola and south to Norman Island, a long distance to go.. but luckily the wind was with us and we really got sideways for a while.. blasting across the waves full tilt!

We anchored in the Bight Bay and surveyed our surroundings. Norman Island really has NOTHING on it, and right there in the middle of the bay.. a floating barge that has a bar and a restaurant on it. No. Way. The water here was the clearest I’ve ever seen.. it was 35 feet deep where we anchored and it looked like a swimming pool.. I could see everything on the bottom clear as day.

We snorkeled, swam, had some beers, and then it was time to find some dinner..

The Willy T is apparently pretty famous, although apart from the similarity in name to Willie T’s here in Key West, I’d never heard of it. It’s really quite a trip of a place, and if you ever go to the BVI, don’t miss out on a trip here. People dive off the top floor into the crystal blue water to the cheers and whoops of the other folks at the bar. Women jump of topless to get a free t-shirt. AND, the food is fantastic… can I just stay here forever?

We ate dinner at the Willy T, had a bunch of drinks at the bar, then made our way back to the boat and had some more drinks before retiring to bed at about 11:00. The willy T was hopping until about 4:00 AM.. stereo blasting, people jumping in the water and whooping it up, and generally making merry. What a trip.

Norman Island B.V.I.	Joe’s beach bar on Water Island

Time to head home.. snif…

Friday morning it was time to get back to St. Thomas and get on a plane back to reality. Well.. as much reality as Key West offers. We pulled up the anchor and headed back.. I was really going to miss this life..

We made it back to Water Island sometime around noon, and then it was time to say goodbye to our new friends and gracious hosts, Loren and Jo, as well as say adios to Ray and Cheri.. we had such a great time, and I can’t thank them enough for showing us all the wonderful sights.. and especially to Loren for kicking my ass with the winches.. I haven’t worked out that hard in I can’t remember, I was sore for a week!

Loren and Joe Dinghied us to Tickles where we ordered a bushwhacker and called a cab to get to the airport. Somehow leaving this time wasn’t as hard as it had been the previous couple trips.. I think that because before, we were going back to Orlando and our crap corporate jobs, but this time.. it we were Key West bound! Home sweet home.

Well that’s the rundown, I left a lot out, but I think I was getting a bit long-winded there. It was all so awesome. I took over 700 photos, and I tried desperately to weed them down to a manageable size to put them all in this post, but I gave up at 100.. so if you would like to peruse them, they are on my google site here.

All I can say is I’m more determined than ever to disappear into the Caribbean.

Cheers!
Mike

I can’t believe it’s been an entire year since I was last writing about Fantasy Fest. Time flies so fast when you get older, I honestly don’t know where it all goes.

I have been so insanely busy the last few weeks I don’t know which way is up. We started construction of the Haunted Fort on October 1, and that pretty much sucked 90% of my free time right off the top. Then there was the Vampire’s Ball last Saturday the 23rd, a one-night party out at the fort. We had a costume contest, a DJ, and of course lots of fog and blacklights.. a good time was had by all!

The remaining 10% of my free time this month has gone to a couple of freelance graphics jobs I picked up. They couldn’t have come at a more hectic time, but it’s nice to have some side work to get me out of the rut of the daily office-grind, and re-affirm my abilities as a graphic artist.

Doing freelance work is something I’ve never seriously considered before. I’ve always had opportunities, but turned them down because heck, I was making bank at my big corporate job, and couldn’t be bothered with the annoyance of working on “my” time.

Now I have a pitiful income from a job I honestly would not miss one bit were it gone, and I’m beginning to think I could support myself by doing graphics. Heck if I charged half of what most people charge for freelance work, I could bring home the same money  as I’m getting from my current job each week, for only half the hours of work. Of course.. finding that much work and keeping it is problematic.

I just don’t know what to do with myself.

Christina gets frustrated with me because I can’t just go to work and not get emotionally involved with it. I can’t seem to keep my issues at work from affecting my day-to-day happiness, but then I’ve never been one to go into something halfway. I’m in or I’m out, and riding the fence is supremely frustrating for me.  I need to believe in what I’m doing, otherwise it just feels like a waste of time.

The work I do is simple enough (maybe too much so), and it should just be something I can just do and not let it get to me, but I’m afraid that I’m discovering over time that my boss and I are of different ilks, and interfacing with him daily is testing the boundaries of my patience. But that could probably describe most folk’s relationships with their bosses, huh?It’s time for a change, I just don’t know what that is yet. Maybe freelancing is the answer, maybe working the drive-through at Wendy’s is, I don’t know. We’ll find out, but not today.

Anyhoo, I Digress!

It’s Fantasy Fest week, and there are lots and lots of events on the horizon. We have a few friends coming into town this week, some of which are staying with Christina and I. We’re pulling out the futon, blowing up the air mattress, and may even resort to drawing straws to see who sleeps on the front porch.. haha. I’m sure by the time we’re heading to sleepy land each night, it won’t matter where we wind up as long as it’s horizontal.

I’ll be sure to get some good photos and post them for everyone’s perusal!

Let the madness begin!

I don’t know what happened, it’s like I hit my one year mark in Key West and blacked out. Now it’s almost September and I don’t know where the last two months went! My son Connor was down visiting from NY for a month in there, so that probably had a lot to do with it. We went camping up in Bahia Honda state park one weekend, that was un-freaking-believably beautiful. I’ll post some shots of that too here in a bit. Most of the rest of our time together we spent on the beach or watching movies or eating. He loves visiting me because he says I’m a better cook than his mother, and he gets to eat better when he’s down here. Hey, I’ll take what I can get!

Christina and Connor both had birthdays in the beginning of August, so we had two separate birthday dinners. Christina’s happened to coincide with Lobester Fest, so of course we had lobster! Well, Connor had crab legs, but Christina and I ate the bug. We went to the Half-Shell Raw Bar over on the marina.. the food was pretty darned good, the atmosphere was steamy, and the beer was cold. Can’t complain one bit! For Connor’s birthday we went to Turtle Kraals, and had MORE lobster and crab legs. Im up in the air about Turtle Kraals’ food still. I’ve been 4 times now, and sometimes it’s really good, sometimes not so much. Maybe it’s just some things on the menu are better than others. It’s definitely no Conch Republic Sea Food though.

Other than that I’ve just been working for the man like the dog I am. This being the off-season, sales are way down, and the mood in the gallery is pretty.. I don’t know.. grim? I’m sure we’ll pull out of it, but man.. as if work isn’t stressful enough, we gotta add money woes on top. I sit at my computer and dream of the day when I can support myself off of my sculpture. Of course, this dream requires me actually SELLING some of it, but hey.. one thing at a time.

Speaking of the sculpture thing, that’s going really well. I was contacted a few months back by a gentleman in the steampunk-art world who puts on a yearly gallery show up in Connecticut. He had run across my coppersteam blog and was interested in placing some of my work in his show next year. COOL! Recently he contacted me again and wants to include photos of my sculpture in a coffee table book he’s putting together consisting of steampunk art. Even cooler! Needless to say, I’m excited about all that. I never expected to just have people come knocking on my door.

Anyways, just thought I’d better let whoever might actually read this thing know that I’m not dead or in jail. I’ll post some photos soon of the recent tropical misadventures!

Cheers!
Mike

… maybe closer to three, Christina and I made a ten-year plan. We decided that come hell or high water, we would be living on a sailboat in the Caribbean somewhere.. preferably the Virgin Islands. The plan was to work for the next 5 years in Orlando, save our pennies, and then move to Key West where we would spend 5 years learning to sail, buy a boat, and then sail off to St. Thomas. Easy!

Then Disaster struck. The economy tanked. Christina got laid off. A few months later I got laid off. Our yearly household income went from a comfortably ridiculous sum to just about nothing in the course of a few months.We both struggled to find work, but the outlook was bleak. Christina picked up some temp work during the week, and worked at Macey’s on the weekend.. she worked 7 days a week. I was lucky enough to get a very cushy severance package so I was pretty much living the high life and looking in vain for jobs I knew weren’t there, and wouldn’t be for many years to come.

One day on a lark, Christina applied for a job in Key West over the internet. Long story short, within a month we were moving. We sold just about everything we had, rented out the house, and hit the road. She at least had a job, and a decent one at that, I was still frantically searching. That was one year ago today. We are now 3 years ahead of our schedule thanks to the economic collapse.

I’ve since found employment. It’s a sweet little job. No stress to speak of. No team meetings, no performance reviews, no managerial duties; no corporate bullshit whatsoever. It takes me 3 minutes to commute to work on my bike. The worst traffic I get on the way is in the form of a family of chickens crossing the road or perhaps a curious, big green lizard. My job pays less than half of what I was making in Orlando but you know what? I wouldn’t go back to that life for all the money in the world.

We spend Saturdays at the beach, which is  less than a mile from our apartment. We relish the lack of the yard work and house work that it took to keep up with a 3-bedroom house in the ‘burbs. I spend my free time building my sculptures, writing in my blogs, and sitting at Dante’s enjoying a corona in the beautiful Key West sun with friends.

It’s a much simpler lifestyle

And I look forward to the continuation of our descent into simplicity. We’ll be starting sailing classes soon, and then it’s on to phase two of the plan. If things continue at this accelerated pace, we should be well on our way to being permanent beach bums well short of our planned timeframe.

I’d like to take a brief second here to say thanks to all the new friends we’ve met in Key West who have made us feel welcome and helped in the transition. Frank, Eric and Kelly, Moose and Danyle, Momma Frank, Aunt Ruth and Wayne, Frank II, Jocomo… you guys are the best, I couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to hang with. I look forward to all the future misadventures we will certainly share!

We left 20-something years worth of friends behind in Orlando, as well as a fair amount of family. It was a rough break, but the internet and frequent visits from folks who have figured out that having friends in Key West with a free futon can be a good thing, have made the transition not quite so bad.

Here’s to the next phase of the plan! I wonder what I’ll be writing about this time next year….

M

It’s pretty amusing to read, at least for me, because as I look back over these old posts, I realize that my outlook on life has been significantly altered in the time between the great layoff and now.

This stuff is all pre-Conch Tales, and as such, is kind of a different voice, but you can definitely see the events that lead to this blog being created. It’s probably going to take me a few days at least to get these all posted, so check back to the link below if you’re interested in reading them; they won’t post here on the front page because I’m posting them with their original dates, so that they fall in behind all of the current Conch Tales stuff.

I’ve put them all in their own catagory here: http://www.conchtales.com/category/mnal/ They’re numbered and of course in true blog fashion, you have to read from bottom to top to go in order.

Read on, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!

She lounges on the sidewalk all afternoon and gets more attention that Pope John Paul on easter sunday. I’ve never seen a cat work the crowds like this little beauty does… not a single local nor tourist can resist her wiles. Everyone stops to pet her. EVERYONE.  I’m deathly allergic to cats and I stop every day to show her the love.. I just can’t resist, she is such a sweetheart.

I think this cat just may be a wizard in disguise… Gandalf after falling into the pit.. Yoda after fading away.. Ronny James Dio reincarnated…  I don’t know, but there are supernatural powers at play here, and I for one am not taking any chances! RUB THE BUDDHA!

Key West definitely has it’s share of cultural icons.. the jogging guy in the red hat.. WOO HOO!.. Magic Frank.. Captain Tony.. Mongo.. and this cat. Better get used to it, there’s a new sheriff in town!

Definitely stop by and give her a chin scratch, your day will go much better if you do!