What do you call...

A place that is located so far south that its heat index is equivalent to the South American Rain Forests? A place where the bartender cannot afford to live and has to drive in from another place because the land is stupid expensive? A place where you may have a hard time distinguishing the men from the women? A place so laden with ghosts and ghouls that all your film from the weekend has these tiny white spots (orbs)?

This place is Key West and my Spidey Senses were tingling.

Why? Ghosts. Yes sir-ree I do believe in ghosts. I wouldnt say I am I am a seer. But I think that I am ultra sensitive to spirts.

I believe that ghosts are like vampires. A vampire cannot harm you in your home if you don't let him in. It's only once he is welcomed - he can cause havoc on your soul. Ghosts are the same way. They are there. I know they are. For all those naysayers I have an example. Your sleeping all cozy in your bed. Then you feel someone sit on the bed - you feel the presence. That, my friend, is a ghost.

I went as far a buying sage and "cleansing" my home with the smoky bush. Why - I don't mind living amongst them. I believe my Grandpa Louie-Louie comes and hangs with us sometimes. I believe that because I know he came and said goodbye to me. What I dont want are the mean ghosts. I dont want the playful ones either because they never seem to know when enough is enough. But - if your a good ghost and you want to come chill out at the "Casa del JacMariesmom" grab a drink and keep the burglars at bay.

I like having Spidey Senses sometimes. Two times in particular on the trip made the tour worthwhile. The first time was when I was walking thru Ernest Hemingways home and sitting in his gardens. I went up to his studio and you could actually see him working - walking around in thought. Heading to the bathroom. The second time was at the Fort. The Civil War never made it that far - though they were staffed to the hilt and people died at 15 a day. But looking over the courtyard - I could see the soldiers busy at work. The Commander at the desk surrounded by maps.

Some may say I only have a good imagination. I say...they are ghosts.