Jun 232013

It’s been a week and a half since the head turd took over here.  What was once a thriving, busy, and admittedly happy little marina, now has all the joy of a prison camp.  Between the ramp closing, the eviction notices to the businesses, the cut off of beer sales, and general nervousness amongst the residents, it is becoming a very stressful place to live.  The deputies cruise around in their air conditioned cars and glare at you.  I’m waiting for the guard to appear at the gate to demand to “See Your Papers” just to pass.

Rumors continue to fly and there seems to be two mindsets.  One is that we are all history and it’s just a matter of time before the flying monkeys come in and throw us out.  The other is that nothing is going to happen because the little asshole don’t own the docks.  I keep hearing that the bathhouse is history at any minute now.  I fully expect to wake up Monday to no toilets, showers, nor laundry.  It will not be a happy time if that happens.

Supposedly some of the residents have hired legal counsel but Labombard has his claws deep into the Keys hierarchy and because of his money and influence, people are afraid of him.

The most flusterating point is that because of this fear, nobody knows or is willing to tell anyone the truth about what is going on.  Ask any of the soon to be former employee’s and they just shrug their shoulders and shake their heads.  Everything is always a big fucking secret and everyone is walking on eggshells.  I’m sick of the whole thing.  I mean, what the hell else can he do?  Evict us?  Then what?  I’m already planning on that scenario.  Does he have hit men who will come around in the middle of the night?

The whole affair is just another step in taking what Key West was, and turning it into something unaffordable for the masses.  People like me are getting pushed out.  Rents, water and land, continue to rise.  My biggest fear about leaving here is if I wind up in Marathon or someplace up the Keys, I will never be able to return here to live.  After 30 some years of trying to move here, after 2 years, I will probably have to leave.  Not quite the dream I had in mind.  The rest of the Keys is ok, and I will be more than happy to be anywhere south of mm 106, but when I got my drivers license and it had that Key West address on it, well, it was something special.  At least I can say I did live there, if only for a little while.

I really don’t give a rodents posterior about Labombard or what he will do to the marina.  All I want is out of here as soon as possible.  I’ve got the boat up for barter online and I do have a possible trade in the works.  If it all goes down I may end up with a nicer but smaller boat.  It will most likely end up in Key Largo where I can take a few days to get it ready to sail, then head south to Marathon or wherever.  More and more I am thinking of transitioning to a cruising lifestyle.  Spend a month here, a week there, that sort of thing.  Just up and down the Keys and see how it goes.  Or I may find that special little spot someplace along the islands and settle down for awhile.

The biggest hurt about leaving here is income.  My app business is showing signs of growing, and the charter business, while not steady, pays some decent money.  The temptation is there to find a secondary boat that I can do some sort of charter business with.  Small catamaran, a deck boat, run sunset charters, back country tours, something.  But living in say, Marathon, and having to try to commute to Key West may not work out.  I could miss out on last minute type charters.

It’s all very disheartening right now.  You find a home and some rich bully comes in and tries to force you out.  And all you did for a crime was exist.  But that is how the rich feel about us po’ folks.  We are only allowed to exist to serve, and when our purpose has been fulfilled, we are to go away.  I see it here, I’ve seen it all my life in the corporate world.  It’s one of the primary reasons I have gone minimalist and as off the grid as much as I can.  I’m tired of playing the game.  I refuse to follow the hive.  People like Labombard are scum and no amount of money or power will change that.  People like him only take, they never give.  People like us are nothing except for what they squeeze out of us.

My Key West dream may well be coming to an end, or at least be delayed somewhat.  That’s ok.  I do have other dreams.  And I will live them.  Except for the ones where I fly.  I doubt they will end too well.  For now, I just want to get this move over and done with so I can get back to some living again.

Capt. Fritter

Just a heads up, I have been making liberal use of the free wifi at the marina which requires me to sit on the porch at the bait shop.  I fully expect to be told at any moment that I can’t be hear on the porch so until I get another wifi source postings may be a bit thin.  Also, if this deal does go down with the boat trade, I will be doing some travel and moving and such to complete the deal.  I’ll try to post as much as possible as usual but if you see me going a few days between posts, don’t panic.  I’m just going through a major lifestyle change, that’s all.

It’ll all be good.

  2 Responses to “Living Aboard: Not A Fun Place To Live Anymore…”

  1. Good luck Captain! Your next adventure is right around the corner and I am looking forward to reading about it!

  2. as am i. ditto julia!
    just as this move was a more better one than the last place… who’s to say the next place won’t even be more bettern’ this one?
    good luck captain.