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After last week’s column dealing with Hell, I decided to revisit another of those true tales from my life that no one could make up. One of the...

Some songs are bilingual, some are straight English, some are straight Spanish. It really depends on when the song was written, how it was written, and what it talks about. It doesn’t seem to matter anymore nowadays, our best performance so far was in Canada where nobody spoke Spanish and everybody was singing our songs.

“But the thing that really convinced me was one photograph,” he said. “It was a group shot and in it was the image of a small African-American girl, dressed in the fashion from the early days of the firehouse. She wasn’t there. How’d she show up in the photo?”

Heads in beds. It’s not the title of a horror movie (although it would make a great horror movie title). It’s the ultimate goal of our tourist industry,...

I also love playing the Green Parrot. I think it is the most interesting bar musically on the island and in South Florida for that matter.

Key West is a great place to live for writers because of its great writer vibe created by its long literary heritage from Hemingway to Tennessee Williams and Elizabeth Bishop to Philip Caputo, Tom McGuane, John Leslie and Robert Stone, to name a few.

“It’s the big one, Elizabeth!” The immortal words of Fred Sanford begin what could be my last column for the last ever edition of the Weekly Newspapers...

I recently had another birthday. It wasn’t a big one that ended in a zero or anything like that, but it became a birthday of monumental proportions because of one essential task: the need to renew my Florida Driver License! (Cue horror music and bloodcurdling scream.)

Back then, Sloppy’s was the “locals spot.” They brought in a lot of diverse, cool music, a lot of national touring bands were playing there. I remember Leon Russell playing there, War, Pure Prairie League.