The tree house of all tree houses, except, maybe, Kevin's from Home Alone. Located on a quiet street in the Mid-town area of Key West, it stood as sentinel for all that went on before the age of Ring Doorbells save it did not have a time-stamp video recording device. Imagine sitting up there with bros, binoculars, root beers, and keeping track of what is going on. Memories are made of this.
I think some big grown-up kid actually built that. What do you think? Imagine all the planning, buying lumber, hauling it to the house, measuring and cutting, hammering and puttering, that went into creating that kid's tree house. A joy to behold.
I was driving in the area a few weeks ago and finally stopped to take a photo of the site for posterity. I knew the tree house was lost after Hurricane Irma. I know I reported we did not have any significant loss of homes in Key West. That is still true, but this loss is significant in a different way. All the big boys who drive by this corner that remember what used to be must cringe every time they see that vacant space. I do.
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