Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The Savage Martyr Islands Of The Florida Keys

Maybe I should have named the book     'The open Beach Towel'. or beach blanket bingo... oh yes that's been used hasn't it?

Well, Something cute.

Check the correct box.. for a certain outcome

Fabricated dull story's.......

Maybe that is an acquired taste of moderna readership ?   I am allowed to be cynical is  it my blog I think.

You know if you look at the old charts... The Florida Keys are noted as LOS MARTYRS...  I am sure that is because it was a lovely place.

NO drinking Water, Hostile Natives....  they were called the 5 tribes of the MUSPA for your edification... I have it on good word... That of a Crack Head, he claimed to be half Indian... HOWE KEY Was named after his forefather... you know just North of Big Pine Key there... in the Florida Keys... his other half was English Man.... well so he said........ They moved The Spanish loot out of Watsons Hammock up into Paolita up in the Everglades... over one hundred years ago,  a golden bell even..... try going up in there my buddy did and got run out at the barrel of a gun.... ya go try it... I suggest you do especially if your a White Man.... after all you deserve the Gold.

                                                           Back to Steve:

Or as Barefoot Mike would have so eloquently called him ..  "A Pure Out Nut".. non the less his reams of hand written notes a verbal history put to paper in longhand  on the sketchy history of the smiling Islands also known as the Fabulous Florida Keys... South and West of Miami... was indeed an interesting read... You know the note book papers stuffed in a long gone cardboard box... it contents returned to the person I had borrowed them from ... John Reid....  sorry the rest of you missed it.

A full decade before John Vieles  wonderful history books came out.

The Natives were originally nice to ship wreck victims... but good old humanity of the Spaniards had to kick in of course...  and  to dictate to the natives  how their nomadic... free life was not good for them ... and put them over fires and cooked them etc...  they finally got hip... sort of understandable... don't you think?  Probably not.

and turned murderous... Don't believe me?   Just ask Fontenada.......

Its a sketchy early history, but non the less an interesting one...  that of Paradise..  there was the Massacre up on Indian Key.... did you know before that 400 Frenchmen were slaughtered up there?

Oh and the Perrines.... hiding under the Dock.. as the Natives went on a rampage and burned them out....

I take special glee in the group of Natives that never did surrender in the Everglades.. and made good their escape by Canoe  Across the Florida Straights... Into Red Bay Andros....

They are still there today...  going there 20 years back I had to hide my camera.... even then...

So tell me how wonderful your 300.00 a night room is... then think about the ground it is sitting on.

Back to the book/screenplay......  The Savage Martyr Islands Of The Florida Keys.. that is about my 30 plus year window of opportunity... to meet some of the greatest most interesting of folks... from the seeming bums  to the CEO'S of major Corporations .. and the interesting  Hollywood ... Makers from Disney Home Entertainment division  Robert Chapek............ as well as my having bumped into George Clooney in a convertible sitting next to a blond in  front of Co's Co's restaurant while I was picking up cigarette butts...inquiring of me a good place for breakfast , I sent him in  and  my recommending a good dive shop to  Robert Downey Jr. and then meeting Alan Schwartz.. and working on his 26' Aquasports engine Carbs..., Sherwood's brother... of Gilligans Island notoriety ... Oh him! yes,  and his lovely wife the original Wrigleys Gum Twins, Jane I believe it was, if I recall correctly    and of course  Marty the Mouthwash drinker.......... who would roll up on his bicycle and sing Elvis 'Love me Tender Love me True  before asking me for .27 putting that all in the same sentence.... was so easy.

Well you just never know who you will meet just across the street.... do you?  Keep your eyes open.

Nobody likes a Name Dropper.

So impetuous  I almost got shot at the No Name Pub... once... years ago for running my mouth.

                                                           John.          americanworkmule@gmail.com

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