Schooner Wharf Bar

April 1

This last six months has been best April Fool's joke ever. After Trinidad, sailed back up via Jamaica and Yucatan (really enjoyed Isla Mujeres in 2005 and this time - highly recommended) to Key West. Have been keeping the boat on a mooring east of Fleming Key and renting a house off Caroline St. for about four months now. It started out as a joke for a few weeks, then sort of took on a life of its own. Initially thought to pretend crossing the Atlantic to the Med, but figured the current story would make more sense. When Liz supposedly went to India, she actually flew down on the puddle jumper for a visit, but doesn't really care much for the Keys. Weather here has been better than St. Pete, but she prefers some chillier temps in winter, plus there's not much for her to do. I mostly play with the boat and hit the bars at night. Irish Kevin's has become a hangout in the evening after usually spending some of the afternoon at Schooner Wharf Bar. Michael McCloud is still a favorite. This should be the end of it, but you just know somebody won't get the message, so I'll keep it going for awhile. Please don't say anything when someone mentions me in the Pacific. This thing could take some sort of record. It could get in Guinness.

Jack