John Bartus

MARATHON’S FAVORITE HOLIDAY: HALLOWEEN

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 The approaching Halloween event marks the beginning of the Holiday Season — and I seriously love the holidays! Temperatures begin trending a little cooler and...

ENDURING MARATHON BUSINESS SERIES: BRASS MONKEY

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 It would be hard to imagine Marathon without the Brass Monkey Lounge & Liquor Store. So hard, in fact, that when the landlord once threatened...

Pandemic forces charities to think outside the box for fundraising

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Last weekend, I went to Facebook Jail. My crime? Egregious sharing of our recent Presents In Paradise benefit virtual concert. Many of you as well may have wanted...
John Bartus

Rocking for a Cause – A-List musicians play for the kids

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One of the toughest things about this socially distant damn pandemic has been the impact on live music. Musicians and music lovers have been hit...

Socially Distant Traveling

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Those of us who live here in the Keys certainly know how to deal with the “receiving” end of tourism. We’re expert (for the most part) at...
John Bartus

Stupid Visitor Questions – It just doesn’t happen in the islands

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Most of us who live here in the Keys have stories of some favorite questions our beloved visitors ask. I’ve written several columns in the...
John Bartus

Morning Beer…and other Strange but True Musical Gigs

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There’s no place in the world like the Florida Keys, and there are few better places in which to ply one’s trade if one plays...
John Bartus

The More Things Change… Cracked Conch Café celebrates 40 years

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(This column is the first in a hopefully semi-regular series about Keys places that have stayed mostly the same as things have changed all around...
John Bartus

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Girl – Play a song for me…

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Most of the people who visit the Keys are wonderful people with a real appreciation for our islands, our environment and our way of life....
John Bartus

Larry Kahn – 56 is just too damn young…

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I met Larry Kahn the first week he moved to the Keys. It was in the long-ago pre-smartphone-Internet days of 1994, springtime. I was already...