AlCanHang
October 14, 2007 | 01:35PM | maudie dot b - gmail d c | |
My Key West visit has lingered with me like the glimmer in the eye of a stranger at the next table in a crowded bar. It's slower pace and hints of freedom from eight to five are siren songs that call to you from around every corner and with every sip of the next fruity cocktail.
As unbearable as it was, the heat and humidity were more like weights meant to slow you down, capture you, and gently force you to let the island take the lead. Had I more time than the four days I allowed myself, I would have been hard pressed to leave at all.
I doubt I would have ever put Key West on my travel agenda had it not been for the extended hospitality of internet pal, one self-acclaimed champion inebriate, neo-hippy with a heart of gold and as large as all outdoors - Mr. AlCantHang himself.
As it was, I didn't get to spend much time hanging with the master. My steam ran out before the serious tomfoolery and bar crawling hit its stride each night. But I was glad to be there to help usher in his fourth decade in what little way I could, nonetheless.
During the day, I strolled along Duval street and discovered several art galleries along the way. In one gallery which showcased only local artists, a particular wall sculpture caught my eye. It was a three foot long brass and copper lizard - an homage to the geckos and lizards of the island. I didn't have to think too long, the lizard was going to relocate to Oklahoma.
He now hangs in my house - a remembrance of my visit, an icon to the friendships this blog has help to forge. I named him Al. Because, despite the sobriquet, Al Can Hang. Yes, indeed.
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