from February 14, 2018
Strange Love in Key West - A True Story
I always preference my little tales of Key West by telling my Dear 
Readers that the stories are true as opposed to stuff that comes out of 
Washington and reality television. You can't make up the truth, and, 
sometimes, the truth hurts.
A few years ago on the week before Christmas, I was setting up a listing
 of my office to host a Saturday afternoon open house. I turned on the 
lights and opened the door to the pool at the rear. I placed my open 
house signs out in front and prepared to talk to passersby.
I had been sitting on the cute-as-can-be front porch when I noticed the neighbor was hanging Christmas lights on his two story duplex
 home next door to the east. I walked out to the sidewalk and started a 
conversation. I looked up and saw what I assumed was his wife on the 
second floor front porch. They kept doing their respective decorating as
 he told me about the joys of this Old Town location.
He told me something I had not heard before. He said he lived on the 
first floor of this home and his wife lived on the second. I thought the
 arrangement odd. It was not until three years ago that I found another 
couple who also lived in a two story house who shared their spaces the 
exact same way.  I know a lot of folks who live together no long share 
their bedrooms, but living in separate floors was rather odd even for 
Key West. 
All of a sudden and without notice the wife dropped the hammer from her 
hand. The law of gravity set in.  It fell. And landed on her husband's 
head.   He screamed. I instantly appreciated why they lived in separate 
parts of the house.
Now there can be two theories as to what happened either of which is 
plausible. One is the wife dropping the hammer was totally accidental. I
 as a witness could testify to that in court. I could have told a judge 
and jury she was totally innocent.  On the other hand, I could testify 
she waited until I distracted him from what he was doing and then she 
dropped the hammer squarely on his head.
I have told friends this story for years. I don't really know her 
intent.  But I thought it very strange what happened occurred while I 
was there to watch it. Who knows?
Update: I repeated this tale yesterday during an office meeting. My broker has the perfect two story duplex for a couple who get along to live near each other but not with each other. The good thing is it does not have a second floor front porch. The bad thing is it has one in the rear.



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