Post-Part the First:
A couple of days ago, I recounted the details of my wondrous visit to Key West in 1979. There are two developments. 1.) I mentioned that I'd be friending my co-star, David and making sure he'd have an opportunity to fill in some blanks. He actually wasn't all that easy to find. There are 167 Davids on FaceBook who share his last name (a name I wouldn't have thought all that common). Well, I found the right one.
He's still a Canadian -- don't hold that against him. He's also visiting NYC this weekend, so we'll be getting together at some point. I'll get him to add his memories of the trip.
2.) You'll recall that I ended that tale by giving the Powers-That-Be in Key West the opportunity to fete myself, GF, David and his S.O. in an attempt to get us to alter our opinions of the place. Not only have the offers not been forthcoming -- I don't even show any hits originating in Key West. Me thinks their Auto-Google-mania (an obsession with Googling one's self), is sorely deficient.
Post-Part the Second:
Once upon a time, I mentioned that we had a single woman living directly above us and that she was a heavy walker. We never had any question whether she was home or not and, in fact, could track her movements through her apartment quite easily because she was incapable of moving anywhere without clomping! I always thought we had a fairy tale troll living up there.
Well, yesterday, the new people moved in. It's a couple with an infant. And a dog. And a nanny who comes during the day. And there were four guys with the moving truck.
I could barely hear anything from them even while they were hauling all of their stuff upstairs.
I think I'm going to like these people!