The Connecticut Keys

Oh, the Florida Keys. I love the Florida Keys. It's one of the places on this fair planet that lives in my heart and feeds my soul. And I have always thought to get that unique Florida Keys flavor, that quintessential Florida Keys je ne sais quoi, you had to go to, well, the Florida Keys.

And then I discovered Waterford, CT.

More specifically, a tiny corner of Waterford, CT I'd never discovered before.

My neighbor Ron calls Waterford the most boring town in America, and I always concurred. Until now.

Because we pulled in . . .

. . . we saw the motorcycles . . .

. . . we saw the boats in the parking lot . . .

. . . and we saw the old shack with crap piled all around it . . .

. . . and thought hmmmmmm, maybe we'd made a wrong turn and arrived in the Keys afterall.

The Keys!

Right here in Southeast Connecticut.

We thought we'd hit Keys nirvana in the parking lot . . .

. . . and then we walked out by the water.

And it all came rushing back: Boats, shacks, water, piers . . .

. . . shady characters . . .

. . . and a bar.

A raw bar!

With beer!

Beer on tap, even. Wait, let's take a closer look at that sign, shall we?

That's right, people. Dollar PBRs, baby.

Dollar PBRs!

And then? Well, up on the upper deck, with said dollar PBRs in hand, it's even more like the Keys. US-1 running over the water . . .

. . . fishing boats coming and going . . .

. . . and plam trees.

Palm trees!

It's the Connecticut Keys!

Oh, we had ourselves such a Time in the Connecticut Keys:

But, you ask, what about the end of the day? What about those singular and spectacular Florida Keys sunsets?

Well, that's what Mistah's sunglasses are for.