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tasting summer.
03.10.08 (2:01 pm)   [edit]
I am sitting on the couch looking out over the intercoastal waterway.  Someone just mowed the grass in the yard and the scent is floating in through the window.  It is melding with the smell of my coffee and if heaven has a scent I imagine it will be a blend of ocean air, freshly mowed grass and coffee.

I don’t want to go home without taking summer with me.

Craig and I drove down to Florida last Monday.  We haven’t seen grass since at least December.  The snow was beginning to pile so high in Grand Haven that our already narrow street was closing in on us.

Craig’s daughter and son-in-law were good enough to put us up in their apartment in Pompano Beach.  Now, I am watching boats pass by and palm branches waving in the breeze.  I played nine holes of golf and had a few really pretty shots.  We drove to Key West on Friday where the temperatures hit 87 degrees and I got a sunburn just on the drive down.  We stayed at the Truman Guest House in a beautiful room right around the corner from the Duval Street.

We ate lunch at Mangoes, which is a great spot for people watching—and if there is a city with more interesting people than Key West I have yet to find it.  We wandered until I had blisters on both feet before heading to dinner at Blue Heaven—one of my favorite restaurants in the world—at least the little portion of the world that I’ve seen.  

The entire restaurant is in a large backyard. We sat at the large Tiki-type bar, listening to the folk type singer while waiting for our table.  Craig developed a little crush on the bartender and I developed a crush on a black gentleman in his mid 50s with dreadlocks down to his hips and a voice that sounded like butter, James Earl Jones and Barry White—butter.

After an hour we were seated.  All of the seating is out of doors…plastic tables with white linen table clothes and candles.  Cats wander at your feet—Key West is famous for having a lot of cats.

Our meals were both exquisite.  Craig got sea scallops that were the size of small hockey pucks and the sauce-- a butter and wine reduction was so incredible that I’m pretty sure I moaned out loud.  My dish was equally as amazing—lightly sautéed yellow snapper with a citrus beurre blanc.

Now we are back in Pompano where I am relaxing and working on my book.  In case you are wondering, my job sadly did not work out in Indiana.  It is a very long story but I am now happily back living in Grand Haven.  It is probably best that you don’t have an entry for me in your address book.

In two days we head north.  I almost wasn’t going to come down here and now I simply don’t want to leave.   The smell of heaven and a taste of summer.  It just doesn’t get any better than that.
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Nov. 16, 1987-March 1, 2005