This year I stayed four nights at Key West's Orchid Key Inn. I was very happy there. Here was my routine ...
|I want to remember this view forever|
Then I'd put on my suit and swim laps. Back and forth. Breast stroke one way, back stroke the other. I liked the back stroke because it enabled me to hear the carols piped in from the poolside bar. Swimming while singing along with "God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen" is really cool.
When I was sufficiently pruny and tired, I'd move from the small motel pool to the tiny whirlpool. It was pretty, tucked over there beside the bar, and, like the pool, almost always empty. Which meant I could pretend it was mine and mine alone.
Then I'd go back to my room and shower (again) and wait for Henry to come pick me up for the day's adventures.
*As they did in Memphis, men all over Key West would stop me to talk about Game 7. This year, my guys meant something to the country.