A Lap Around America by Inmon Shawn & Inmon Shawn

Author:Inmon, Shawn & Inmon, Shawn [Inmon, Shawn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Pertime Publishing
Published: 2017-03-28T16:00:00+00:00

Dawn and Ed

Ed himself said he had discovered the secret of how the Egyptians built their pyramids and used the same system. Other theorists suggest he used a strange form of magnetism, or alien technology. Me? I am happy to admit that I have no idea.

Ed’s story doesn’t have a happy, or even satisfying, ending. He apparently stayed in contact with the girl he was obsessed with for years after he arrived. Eventually she stopped answering his letters. He died alone, having never married, at the age of sixty-three. Now that’s stubbornness. Or, a complete inability to move on from past injuries.

As a man who was also in love with a long-lost girl for decades, I can relate. I simply wrote a book about Dawn Adele, though, and resisted building an immense shrine to her. I think I made the proper choice.

We left Miami without ever seeing the part of the city that shows up on television, and we were good with that. We turned onto Highway 1, the only choice you have if you want to drive the Florida Keys.

The Keys consist of a string of small islands curving southwest from the southernmost tip of mainland Florida. They are the stuff dreams and songs are made of. If you remember the old Bertie Higgins song “Key Largo,” (“Just like Bogie and Bacall”), that was one of the first we drove through.

We were immediately drawn to the vibe that permeates the Keys. Everyone we talked to seemed relaxed, happy, as though they didn’t care much what was happening in the rest of the world—they were good with their little corner.

We saw our first Keys sunset on the way to our hotel. A little side road off Highway 1 pointed west toward the sunset, so we pulled off. We almost gave up taking it when we spotted a sign that marked it as a private housing area, but other sunset-seekers immediately began showing up around us. They clustered in little groups, taking pictures, murmuring quietly and absorbing the wonder of the deep oranges and reds that soon filled the sky.

Two years earlier, I had written a novella called Second Chance Summer. The cover for that book showed an idyllic palm tree silhouetted against an island sunset. It looked precisely like what was laid out before us. Glancing to our right we saw a home with a large deck built out toward the water, filled with people watching the sun slowly dip toward the horizon. How nice would it be to have that kind of an ending to each day? I wouldn’t mind finding out.

We drove on to our hotel for the night, the Glunz Ocean Resort. It was relatively inexpensive, so I was a little worried it might be one of those places that call themselves a resort when they are … not. I needn’t have worried. The friendliest front desk person we had met on the trip checked us in and seemed genuinely sad that we were only staying one night.

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