Government Gods Like Cruise Ships

By Sue Seboda

During Covid a dangerous creature emerged – the government god.  In search of relevance, these self-appointed gods picked Covid winners and losers.  They delivered incredible profits to big box corporate giants while shuttering small businesses even if they could operate safely.   Casinos won, churches lost.  Airlines, where passengers sit inches apart, continued to fly but restaurants were closed, some forever. They gave “essential” folks the ability to pay their bills and booted many “nonessentials” to food lines and government handouts.  All the while the government gods were free to ignore their own rules and studiously avoid the very real consequences of lockdowns.  Sadly the fear soaked citizens let them do it.  

In Key West, we are once again at the mercy of government gods.  This branch of Tallahassee gods has decided they know what’s best for Key West and they, and they alone, will pick the winners and losers in our town.  The House will vote on HB267 soon and, if passed, the bill will land on Governor DeSantis’s desk for signature or veto.  HB267 seeks to override the November 2020 referendum in which Key West citizens voted to restrict the size and number of cruise ships.  This bill was sponsored by Rep. Spencer Roach from Ft Myers and Rep. Tyler Sirois of Merritt Island.  

Inquiring minds would like to know how the size of cruise ships in Key West impacts Ft Myers, Merritt Island or any other city in Florida?  Have Rep. Roach and Sirois been in Key West when thousands of cruise ship passengers have been disgorged?  Are Rep. Roach and Sirois aware that many businesses in Key West are doing notably better without cruise ships?  Have they bothered to ask why that might be?  Have they evaluated how businesses who have been hurt with no cruise ships will be impacted when they return at a level consistent with the referendum? Or are they only focused on the reduced income that Mark Walsh and Pier D Development will experience from smaller ships?  

Has Mark Walsh’s nearly $1,000,000 donation to Friends of Ron DeSantis encouraged Rep. Roach and Sirois to arrogantly assert we “are engaging in economic elitism in an attempt to remake Key West in the mold of Martha’s Vineyard”.  First, why do they care what happens in our town?  Second, are we elitists if we want cleaner water?  Third, is it elitism to prefer more businesses that serve both the locals and tourists and less that peddle junk?  Fourth, please produce one human being who wants Key West to be Martha’s Vineyard.  In my humble opinion it is elitism for any Tallahassee god to create laws that determine which Key West businesses prosper and which do not thereby impacting the nature of our town. 

Regardless of your political party or whether you are for or against cruise ships, we should unite in the knowledge that our vote matters.  If those at the State level believe the citizens made a mistake, let’s examine all of the facts and perhaps hold another referendum if current reality differs from assumptions made in November 2020.  As a community we should honestly evaluate how and which businesses have been and will be impacted with no, limited, or the maximum number of cruise ships. We should also determine post covid travel patterns before any decision is made since this could significantly impact the debate.  One thing we cannot do, however, is let the government gods take over our town and once again pick who wins and who dies.  

Heavy Breathing

Hey Baby

I would have bet that reptile mating rituals were a wham, bam, thank you ma’am scenario.  Not so for the loggerhead sea turtle.  On the way to Snipes we noticed a commotion off the port bow.  After a slow approach, imagine our surprise to discover sea turtles having their way with one another.  It was quite the spectacle. They were far too occupied to notice five humans madly photographing them or our continuous stream of hushed commentary and laughter.  They eventually broke apart but to our delight they swam back into each other’s flippers.   

Inquiring minds led us to the Key West aquarium for the daily presentation on loggerheads.  What remarkable creatures.  Their shell is 2.5 to 3.5 feet long and weigh 155 lbs – 355 lbs.  They can live up to 70 and start mating at maturity which occurs between 17 and 33.

Loggerheads are solitary beings and notable travelers, migrating hundreds and occasionally thousands of miles between their feeding grounds and nesting beach.  Amazingly, females often return to the same nesting beach where they were born.  How the loggerheads navigate is a mystery although those who study such things have theories.

Loggerhead Ecstasy

When it’s time to make babies, males come a courting, plying the female with gentle love bites or a bit of nuzzling. The female says yeah or nay.  If yeah, the male uses the hooks on his front flippers to attach himself to the back of the female’s shell. He then folds his long tail under her shell to get the job done.  They can go at it for hours.

When it is time to lay the eggs, the loggerhead crawls up her sandy birth beach, digs a hole, lays approximately 100 ping pong sized eggs, fills the hole and heads back out to sea.

There is not a helicopter mom in the bunch.  Once she disguises the nest, the mom has nothing more to do with her babies.  In roughly 60 days, they hatch, help each other out of the nest and head to sea, hoping to avoid predators every step of the way.  Turns out many birds and fish think baby turtles are a tasty treat.

Loggerhead girls only nest every two to three years and have 2 – 5 egg clutches each breeding season.  With this rate of reproduction and typical predation (learned a new word), human interference in the life cycle has resulted in a decline in loggerhead population. Trash is also a problem.  When in the water, plastic bags look like jelly fish, a staple of the loggerhead diet.  Imagine eating a plastic bag.  Not good for loggerheads either.  For more information check out the Turtle Conservancy website.

A photography tip.  I am going to keep my camera in multiple image mode.  There is always time to take it off and rarely time to add it.  With all the thrashing about and flippers flapping, it was hard to capture and frame images properly with only a single shot.

So there you go.  Something interesting to start the day.

Presidents and Residents Get Busy

For both supporters and protestors, the town was all a twitter yesterday when President Trump came to town.  Helicopters buzzed.  People made signs,  hung flags and settled in.  Apparently protestors wore black and supporters color.  We didn’t get that memo.

The motorcade took Route 1 to White Street and on to Truman Annex via United.  Photos tell the story.  Thank you Michael Freas for sharing your photos from Route 1 and Ed for your photo from Boca Chica.

Airforce One Incoming, Michael Freas

President Trump arrives Boca Chica, Ed, Civilian Safety Officer, Boca Chica

The Motorcade Coming Down Rt 1, Michael Freas

The Limos, Michael Freas

 

 

She Skipped History

Protestors Milling About

Hanging Out with Signs

The Blues and Blacks Play Nicely

 

 

Deplorables for Trump, Michael Freas

The Motorcade on White Street

 

 

 

 

 

 

President Trump’s Limo

President Trump, Michael Freas

Officer Not So Friendly Gets Busy

Officer Friendly and the Best Mailman Ever

Navy Jets and Naked Men

Key West is a great place to learn photography.  Just take a walk and something interesting (or bizarre) will present itself. So when I had to decide between a pile of distasteful chores or going walkabout with my camera, it was a two second decision.  Boca Chica beach has been on my radar forever and what a day to finally go.  When there is a rare northwest wind, the navy jets use a runway that ends about 20’ from the narrow beach.  Plus the fence is busted so had a clear shot of the runway.  I love this one.  

The jet on the left was accelerating and the exhaust plume gives everything the feeling of looking through antique glass.  It did not occur to me at the time to wonder what I inhaled.  Oh well.

Seven jets took off and they were back in about 20 minutes.  Some photos are not sharp but they are good enough to see the personalized paint jobs. What fun. Note to self.  Bring ear plugs next time.  Note to navy.  Fix the fence.

After shark mouth landed I continued walking towards the end of the beach. There was a buck-naked guy standing in all his glory, cell phone in hand, having a full-on business convo.  

The grove was tricked out like a permanent camp, not a day at the beach.  Regardless of my strong desire to take a photo of this infinitely fascinating scene, I did not.  Considering his pose, not sure if he is happy about that or not.  I have heard various things about what goes on at this beach.  I asked some folks again today who suggested squatters were on the beach and going there alone wasn’t my best idea.  Not sure about that.  Another friend said it was simply a nude beach.  Still wish I had that photo. Took this tame one instead.