I remember landing in Key West, Florida from Fort Lauderdale.
All my years in Key West, about 20 fishing years there, I was haunted by Neil Young.
Today, on her feast day, streets from Key West to East L.A. fill with processions honoring her.
Hit snooze and spend the next half-hour fantasizing about running away to Key West?
Norman often said that Provincetown had become for him what Key West and Cuba were for Hemingway.
He knew, too, that she would not dare go near the harbor of Key West until daylight.
All the passengers had come on deck when it was announced that we were close in to Key West.
The lower part of Key West was converted into a raging sea, and every thing in that quarter of the place disappeared.
If he stopped at Key West at all, he must have seen us before he started.
This latter type of pattern is best developed in the population of Key West, Florida.