Cayo Hueso and Bollos

Key West, dangling like a yo - yo, at the end of a string of islands hanging from the bottom of Florida, is closer to Havana than to Miami. It seems to float on those tropical waters at the junction of the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico. At a crossroads. Control of Cayo Hueso, as it was often referred to, was passed back and forth between the Spanish and British, like fish gone bad. The Americans showed up in 1822 and claimed "The Rock" was theirs. No one complained. Bollos, that delectable black-eyed pea, deep fried fritter. Fresh made and piping hot. Reason enough to come to Key West.

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Abandoned in Darien
Abandoned in Darien

Abandoned in Darien

The last visages of the day's sun illuminates the Spanish moss dripping from the live oak that gives its shade to this forlorn house. A bare bulb struggles to make its presence known through the window, while the clapboards seem to want to go the way of the front porch. As I pass by...

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