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After break­fast as Magrove Mike’s in Islam­orada, we started head­ing west. We stopped briefly at the Bahia Honda State Park Beach for some sun and splash. I read, while Pres­ley napped.

Arriv­ing in Key West, we missed the Sunset cel­e­bra­tion because I needed to find an Inter­net Cafe — my boss called me and told me that I had for­got­ten to submit my timesheet, and if I would like to get paid, I had better do so. So, after the busi­ness was taken care of at the Sippin’ Cafe, we checked in the La Pen­sione Inn on Truman Ave. near Duvall Street. Appar­ently Harry S spent some time here.

Head­ing out onto Duvall Street should be an adven­ture, but we found most of the restu­ar­ants and bars to be lack­ing in patrons — maybe it’s the time of the year. After walk­ing around for what seemed like hours, we set­tled on Caroline’s Cafe for dinner, because you could sit out­side and drink Mar­gar­i­tas and Coro­nas while watch­ing rev­el­ers on the street. God, there are so many old people here!

After down­ing a few drinks with dinner, (I had the Mahi-​Mahi cooked cajun style, Pres­ley had a whole cooked chicken, I kid you not), we decided to hit a few bars. There was the Irish bar, with the vil­lage drunks (and no females), and then there was the Karaoke bar next to Crabby Dicks, with Marie behind the bar, and Karaoke’ers belt­ing our Coun­try songs in the back. At least there were some women at this place… Pres­ley did a rous­ing ren­di­tion of Cheap Trick’s I Want You to Want Me, though I think this crowd didn’t appre­ci­ate it as much as I did.

It’s freez­ing! tem­per­a­ture is in the teens, and we’re late out the door to Logan. Since we live clos­est to the Green line , we decide to walk over the Charles to the B-line. But, tem­per­a­ture is in the teens! I’m wear­ing a light jean jacket with a thick wool turtle­neck sweater, a knit hat, but no gloves! Pulling my suit­case around the rotary, and onto the bridge — it’s sooo cold. And it’s almost 7am. Our flight leaves at 8:05!

Pres­ley hands me one of her gloves (for the suitcase-​carrying hand), and we both bury our bare hand in a pocket. Speed-​walking down across the bridge, I start to get ner­vous on time — we’re living under Orange-​alert these days and Logan isn’t the eas­i­est thing to get to with­out driving…

Des­per­ate mea­sures! We call Boston Cab, and have them meet us on the Boston side of the Charles. 5 min­utes later, a cab pulls up, and our driver throws our suit­cases in the trunk. I’m glad to be out of the cold.

15 min­utes later — 7:15 — we’re pulling up to Ter­mi­nal C, having trav­elled south­bound in the new big dig tunnel for the first time. The fare is $22.15, thought the driver says he hit the wrong button and overcharges… I give him $30 — far too much, but he got us there quick, and that kind of solace is worth a 50% tip.

Just made it through secu­rity to board our Song Air­lines flight to Ft. Laud­erdale. As cheery and styl­ish the new Song brand­ing is, the brand doesn’t extend well into the cabin. Sure, the seats are leather, but they’re this odd light blue color, and each seat has a bright accent leather — pink, green, orange. I think that it’s sup­posed to be styl­ish, but it comes off look­ing like an air­line for the Romper Room set… very Micky Mouse. Per­haps Kate Spade hasn’t put her final touches on yet.