As our government signs a $700 billion bailout of our central banking system, I think it's time to understand exactly how much $700,000,000,000 actually is.
You have to do THIS when you go to Key West.
Key Lime Pie, ahhhhhhhhhhh.
A Sunset sail.
A sunset - with some rain.
Key West was a really great stop. Our hotel was right on Duvall Street which the center of Key West. At 6 lofty floors, The Crowne Plaza building is the tallest in all of Key West and if that's not famous enough for you Tennessee Williams stayed here while he was writing A Streetcar Named Desire. This famous blogger is someone who I met on the internets, the tubes, the interwebs, blogosphere, freakysphere, etc.
Our relationship began when I answered a want ad for a photography student, but that's a story for another day. His name is jkirlin and today, my wife and I were immortalized on his blog as you can in the above picture.
For this, I am eternally grateful. Becky is eternally freaked out. And the authorities are eternally prepared.
www.jkirlin.com
Neither one of them is really in focus. probably b/c I was using 212 mm and was about 10 feet away.
I walk out of an appointment and hear a rustling up in the trees and as I look up 2 squirrels are falling from about 40 feet and land in street with a low thud. Ouch.
So I walk over and one little guy is obviously dazed and confused since he doesn't do anything as I stand 6" away from him. His friend must not have been taught to "never leave your friends behind" because he was back in the tree in 3 seconds. Than, almost as quickly as they fell out of the tree the little one wakes up and BOLTS DIRECTLY BETWEEN MY LEGS.
Holy! I do a 180 and see that he ran under my car but didn't seem to come out the other side. As I meander to the passenger side, the above picture is the scene I captured.
So what did I do? I poked him with a pen to get him out of there. What would you do?
Well, the poking definitely worked because he moved - by climbing directly into my engine compartment! Hmmmm. So I opened the hood and couldn't see a thing.
Next, as I'm lying prone on the street (in my suit) looking for the little guy - the accountant whose office I just left - walks out at this moment and genuinely asks "Engine trouble?"
MMMMM, I'M LYING IN THE STREET IN MY SUIT!!
After a short explanation, he laughs and steps back a few paces. Must not be a squirrel fan.
A few more turns of the steering wheel and a 1/4 roll forward, my little buddy fell backwards onto the street and sundered off - looking a little I will after a night in the Bahamas.
