Farewell to Paws

A few of you very kindly e-mailed me to ask if I had perhaps developed a small drinking problem during my stay in Miami.

The short answer is "No".

However, I was certainly inspired to throw back a few when I recently visited the home of the infamous writer and drinker, Earnest Hemingway.




I rented a candy apple red convertible from Avis, and drove the 164 miles down to Key West to visit the small dive shop where I was PADI certified. While there, I went on a short tour of Earnest's famous Key West home.




Hemingway often drank to mask the many ailments he suffered from. These conditions ranged from WWI shrapnel in his legs, to liver and kidney failure, to major bouts with chemical depression.

In the end however, it was "prescribed treatment" that brought about his shotgun suicide.




A fact not widely known is that Ernest Hemingway was a major cat-lover. He admired their spirit and independence, and often wrote about them in his books. Hemingway was given a special six-toed cat named snowball from a ship's captain. Snowball had extra toes (technically known as polydactyl, or Latin for "many digits").

Today, approximately 50 cats, half of them polydactyl, make their home in the Ernest Hemingway Museum and Home, in Key West, protected and taken care of by the terms of his will. The cats have full run of the place, and like most cats they go where and when they please.




The cats are taken care of by the staff and a full time vet. They are oblivious to the many tourists, and ignored us while we were there, preferring to just cat nap wherever they found a cool quiet spot to sleep.

I snapped a few shots of some of the more interesting ones.
(*Note the extra toe on some of them)
















In the 1920s, Hemingway bet his colleagues $10 that he could write a complete story in just six words. They paid up.

His story: "For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn."

I wish that I had half of his talent.

Greetings From Miami

I have gotten tired of listening to the news and trying to find some humor in it these days.

-500 dead from Iraqi car bombs in just one day.
-All the miners and their rescuers dead.
-Karl Rove walking away scott free to the lecture circuit.

When that happens, there is only one thing to do.

GO ON A LONG VACATION!



Blogger Peter Matthes in Miami August 19th, 2007

Goodbye old friend

About a week ago, my next-door neighbor was killed in his apartment.




The door to his apartment is sealed with lime green police stickers, and the outside of the door is still covered in CSI fingerprint dust.




He was one of a small handful of residents that had lived in the building for more than 30 years, and he will be missed by all of us very much.

His name was Jose Raul Prieto, but almost everyone in the building simply called him Raul. Raul, I am proud to say, was much more than just my neighbor in 8ME. He was my friend.





He was a very intelligent man. He could talk to you at length about everything from the subject of Cuban music, to world events and politics. He even shared my left wing slant. On several occasions, Raul made the trip to the polling stations with a few other residents of the building and myself. We enjoyed the fact that we would go together and make our choices in a voting block. It meant very little to us that we were casting our rebel votes in a state as Democratic as Alabama is Republican.

There are two stories that I think best exemplify Raul.

On one occasion, he was playing the soundtrack to Buena Vista Social Club in his one bedroom apartment. He must have really been getting into it, because he was playing it really loud, and it could be heard throughout the hallway. My roommate at the time went to go knock on his door. When he answered, he immediately apologized for playing it so loud. My roommate surprised him by telling him that he had not come to complain, but instead to ask him what the great music was. He flashed a big smile, and proudly showed him the album cover.

A few days later he went out and bought two new copies of the soundtrack. He carefully wrapped them in paper, and delivered them to our door. This was his way of saying “thanks for being the kind of neighbor that instead of telling to you keep it down, tells you to turn it up.”

The second story is a simple one.

Raul would travel to Miami, and the Hamptons from time to time. He would often be away for a week or more. During those trips, he would often ask me if I wanted the copies of his NY Times while he was away. He really loved that paper, and saw his daily copies as prized commodities.




Two things bother me about this.

1) It was his stacked and unclaimed NY Times copies that should have been the first clue that something was very wrong.

2) The reporter that came from the NY Times was the only one I spent some real time talking to. I told her how much he liked her paper, and tried to share with her all the positive details about Raul. Although I am sure her editors were mainly responsible, this tiny article was all that the NY Times bothered to publish about one of their greatest fans.

In fact almost every news organization treated my friend’s death like some sort of three-ring circus. Most news sources found it more important to mention over and over that Raul was gay, rather than cover the feeling of loss within the building. The NY Post, which is best used for picking up piles of dog shit, wrote less than sixteen small lines about him. In that tiny column, they printed the word “gay” twice.

As printed by the NY Post on May 18th, 2007:

THE BODY OF A 'DIMINUTIVE'
70 YEAR-OLD GAY MAN WAS FOUND IN
HIS MURRAY HILL BEDROOM, AND DE-
TECTIVES SUSPECT HE WAS MURDERED
BY AN ACQUAINTANCE, POLICE SOURCES
SAID YESTERDAY.
A NEIGHBOR CHECKING ON JOSE
PRIETO AT 145 EAST 35TH ST. WEDNESDAY
FOUND HIS APARTMENT RANSACKED AND
CALLED PRIETO'S BROTHER, WHO FOUND
THE BODY AT 5:45PM.
COPS SAID THAT IT APPEARED PRIETO,
DESCRIBED AS GAY BY NEIGHBORS, WAS
STANGLED AND THAT THERE WAS NO
SIGN OF FORCED ENTRY TO THE APART-
MENT.

By Murray Weiss and Douglas Montero

This is a really nice job Murray and Douglas. Did you get a secret decoder ring with your journalism degree?

The story was also covered by NY 1, ABC and CBS.

According to news sources, the current theory is that Raul may have met a strange man on the Internet. Because there was no sign of forced entry into the apartment, they believe that he may have invited him back to his apartment where the man killed him.