Monthly Archives: August 2014

Across the highway at mile marker 17 there’s a place where you can pay several hundred bucks and jump out of a plane attached to a person who knows what he’s doing. For another hundred you can purchase a photograph … Continue reading →

If there was one thing I never expected it was seeing Joe not under the influence of some sort of liquor. But when the bartender down at Don’s outdoor bar called me up and explained a few things I knew … Continue reading →

I met Joe Beans down at Higgs Beach. He was making frozen drinks for all the local bums and having a helluva time doing so. I took one also. It was a bright and beautiful Key West summer day. Plenty … Continue reading →

I had been awake for several hours but had not ascertained as to where I was. It appeared that I was in a hospital ward and as reality returned ever so slowly I began to make out military uniforms of … Continue reading →

Jerry Levine knew a good deal when he saw it. As a stringer for Harper’s, Atlantic Monthly and sometimes the New York Times he could submit articles that had a good chance of being published. When times were bad he … Continue reading →

A recent picture in my local newspaper shows four homeless men in Mallory Square during the daylight hours. They are showing a magic marker sign on cardboard that says, “Jokes for $2 and all revenues go to alcohol research”. Paper … Continue reading →

Joe Beans and I were quaffing beers in some nameless dive just off of Duval Street.  The rains had departed for a while and the sun shone with immaculate beauty.  I kept my eye on Joe to make sure he … Continue reading →