Up, Up, And Away

February, March, and April in Key West Watersports were a blur. Sold out hotels, trips, and golf cart mania kept the island in constant panic of overworked hysteria. Visitors threw disposable income and caution to the wind. Locals grappled with face covered coping mechanisms on their precious few hours off per week. I decided to provide a life of wealth and luxury for various species of fish. After a few months the puffers, mollies, and a single Pleco are all that remains. My fish tanks wage wars for fittest fish survival whilst I spread the good gospel of Barefoot Billy’s Watersports by day, play bocce by night, and brave hotel lobby concierge desks on the weekends. My buddy Terry decided to buy a perfectly good airplane. Later today he’ll be buzzing the backside of my overpriced beach condo doing “Touch and Go’s”. Cross your fingers. He’ll also be flying over the local high school.