In the warm falling darkness of those Key West nights long ago, he and I would sit on the porch of his house on Eaton Street; he in his wooden rocking chair and me in the hanging chair next to him, watching the fireflies light up the night to the sounds of murmuring Cicadas in the coconut trees. Memories I will always treasure.
Bio by Fred Wohosky
In the warm falling darkness of those Key West nights long ago, he and I would sit on the porch of his house on Eaton Street; he in his wooden rocking chair and me in the hanging chair next to him, watching the fireflies light up the night to the sounds of murmuring Cicadas in the coconut trees. Memories I will always treasure.
Bio by Fred Wohosky
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