Love my hotel. It's just up the street from Margaritaville, where we had dinner last night. Being a local, my friend endured it with good grace. But being both a tourist and a Jimmy Buffett fan (I don't qualify as a Parrothead, but I do know all the lyrics to "Fins"), I had a wonderful time.The time is racing by. I am having fun. I haven't been able to reach my oldest friend on the
phone, and I'm still worrying about her. And, of course, John is still on my mind.But Key West was one of my uncle's favorite places, and in a way, that makes being down here more special and joyous.
