Key West, Florida — August, 1997

Our condo on the beach had a full kitchen which we took full advantage of. After dressing to match the floral arrangement, Kathy sits down to a delicious home-cooked meal of pan-fried Yellowtail fillets coated in rolled oats.

Bryan beats up on the old man on the tennis court.

Kathy and Bryan visit a familiar Key West landmark.

Jim and the palm trees, swaying in the ocean breeze.

The sunsets in Key West are always spectacular. Well, unless it's raining or something.

Yo ho ho, and a bottle of whatever's handy. Key West is definitely a party town. Don't see how Hemingway got any work done there at all, but I did my best to emulate Papa, right down to the facial hair and bad influence.