[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine. – Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
I saw a grandmother of five tie a cherry stem into a knot with her tongue.
I saw a homeless woman - using a green pen - solve the New York Times crossword puzzle.
I saw the streets of Key West fill with water some places up to the knees of strollers on marooned traffic islands.
I discovered a sixteen-dollar hamburger. Eighteen dollars with cheese. Jimmy Buffet fed me best steak I ever ate.
I bought my bride a doubtlessly dangerous drink and she left with the coconut it came in.
I got a tattoo on my neck of a skull and cross-bones. And like the honeymoon, the tattoo, albeit cool, was only temporary.
Brought a grandmother of five home with me. Very cool and completely forever.
