Author Archives: Matthew Williams

Let’s Not Say Goodbye

As I promised myself I would, I awoke before dawn yesterday and hustled by myself down to the pier. I joined a woman who looked a bit like Kathy Bates and four Chinese already anticipating the sun. Two of the … Continue reading

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From Pepe’s to Blue Heaven

I’ve never watched the sun rise. I have only rarely found myself in places with an unobstructed view to the horizon, and when I have, I’ve been too young to appreciate it or too tired to bother beating the sun … Continue reading

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Hearts

Tuesday morning was not unlike Monday morning in the condo. Dan up first, Matthew second, and so on. Rob was the last to rise, and he only got up when, at almost noon, we told him that the maid had … Continue reading

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Invoking an Old Muse

Our first full day in Key West. The morning began cool, but by 10, it was hot enough for shorts. As I expected, Dan was the first up, but he was so quiet that I was unaware that he’d already … Continue reading

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Good Morning, Sunshine

And now we are six. Alex, Dan, Mark, and I arrived in Key West around 5:00 yesterday afternoon without killing each other, so that’s a plus. We checked in at the rental office and made our way a block or … Continue reading

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Virgins Cross the Everglades

We’re on our way to revisit a favorite haunt, but this time with virgins. Several months back, our friends in St. Petersburg invited us to join them and two other friends for a few days in Key West. They’d never … Continue reading

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The Lingua Franca

I’m flying over the Atlantic now on my way home to Columbus via Atlanta. The sun is shining, and the atmosphere is hissing as we cut through it, echoing over the sound of my iPod. Punta Cana is silent behind … Continue reading

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The Last Hurrah

Yesterday was so enjoyable that I thought maybe I should repeat myself. And so I did. This morning, Gary again had a meeting, and so I was on my own until about noon. After getting cleaned up, I headed out … Continue reading

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The Life of Pineapple

Lazy morning today. Though I didn’t go into it in yesterday’s post, the latter three quarters of my traveling were as unpleasant as they always seem to be for me. On the Atlanta-to-Punta Cana leg of my flight, I found … Continue reading

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The Point of Punta Cana

I never had any real desire to go to HispaƱola, so how I ended up on a flight to Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic probably takes some explanation. When I worked for Prentice Hall in the mid-1990s, I met … Continue reading

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