Happiness. It's relative.
My husband told me this morning that he had a dream about us. In the dream, I was in Key West and he was in Key Largo. If you know the Florida Keys, you know that Key Largo is about ninety miles from Key West, driving on the Keys’ only serious road, U.S. 1.
The interesting part isn’t that we were separated although that is a mystery since we are so rarely apart unless we are working which we would never do in the Keys. The interesting part is this. In his dream, he decided to use a skateboard to travel the 90 miles so we could be together.
It’s not like me to describe the dreams of other people but this one was an example of such extraordinary valor that I just had to share it. It’s such a long way to go and sometimes with heavy traffic, all those people in a hurry to see the Southernmost Point of the United States, any one of those flashy vacation convertibles could run him down on his skateboard but he persevered or at least I think he did. He didn’t say how the dream ended.
I had “Key Largo” seared into my sense consciousness from the ’48 Bogie movie that highlights Edward G. Robinson’s villainous Johnny Rocco.
Visited it in the 70’s with TV chums. We walked around doing lines from the movie. Locals just laughed at us.
Hotel Central, Milwaukee.
wow –