Fresh greens

Chris, from Chicago days, let me know that a friend of hers I'd met long ago was coming to Key West (and thanks, Chris, for putting the wheels in motion).

Copper-haired Carole and her kids -- Taylor on the left and Harrison on the right -- were here for a few days, and what a great pleasure they gave me to play a bit of the tourist-guide uncle with them.

Taylor, 18, has found a berth as an incoming freshman in fashion design at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago; and Harrison, 15, is . . . well, a high-schooler who's into drumming, fitness and becoming the next Donald Trump, heaven help him. (Youthful mania, and all that.)

They went diving, crawled Duval, shopped, cruised town, hit the beach and suffered the conversation of little old me -- made me envious of the beloved Carole, and thankful for the two whole humans she and her husband, Hermon, created and nourished.