Here comes the blur

So there we were having drinks at the Bourbon Pub to celebrate their umpteenth year in business a block or so away from our house, with guys who were not exactly shy getting into and out of the pool.

I made sure the camera wouldn't capture details, and only fired it off when faces weren't in the picture.

I think part of our island's mystique is the ability to be anonymous,even if fictionally, in a small town.

It's a delusion, of course; a few weeks ago Nancy Klingener, who edits our alternative newspaper so brilliantly, said she'd heard a friend say that in Key West no one cares what you do; they just want to know about it.

Still. nobody should enquire about the obverse of this picture.

You don't want to know about it.