September 1, 2008
I wish I was still that tiki bar in Key Largo tonight. On the way down with Elaine, Ken, Kenny and Nanny, I remember the thick palm trees and the saturated sound of frogs when Ken rolled down his window to pay the toll. I thought of the movie, Wild Thing. In the car, I always laughed politely, but uncomfortably, when Elaine teased Nanny for her ailing memory. At the room, I stared at the tiki bar a few hundred yards ahead, flanked by torches and shadows--and belived I was almost ready to escape my limitations in Michigan forever.