Homeward Bound
Surprised myself and made it to 83 on Monday. Birthdays are something I no longer celebrate, but rather a day to assess the ravages of time on my aging carcass. It has occurred to me that I am now burying friends at roughly the same rate as I am becoming acquainted with new physicians (not a cheery thought). I'm currently weaning my self off a med prescribed by my cardiologist (a recent addition to the medical team), that I was told would slow down and strengthen my heart beat. What it does is lower my blood pressure to levels that, if converted to golf scores, would enable me to pin Dennis Molter's ears back with regularity. It's been an uneventful winter here in the Florida Keys. There are almost no Ontario and Quebec license plates to be seen but the traffic on US 1 is the worst I've ever experienced. Have not seen a bonefish skiff on any of the flats all season. The Keys are warm and sunny, it never snows, but with the disappearance of the bone fish, they hold lit...