|Once upon a time this was writer James Leo Herlihy's house on Baker's Lane|
Since then, we’ve watched Midnight Cowboy many times. It is a family favorite. The first time my husband Michael heard the song “Everybody’s Talkin'” in 1969 he was a businessman, in a city on the mainland, yearning for the freedom he heard described in those freewheeling phrases. He immediately went out and bought the record. Thirty years later, when he heard it for the first time, our son Miguel downloaded the song onto his iPod. I’ve noticed that songwriters (my husband and now, too, my son) will listen a hundred and ten times to a song they find particularly intriguing, analyzing it, examining it, deconstructing every line in search of the magic button.
Key West is like that. We come here for something magical, something we cannot name, something we are oftentimes in too big a hurry to find until it’s too late and we rush back to the safety of the tried and true of our hometowns. But what remains, the broth of humanity reduced again and again, is a rich soup indeed.
|Fred Neil in New York City, where he wrote "Everybody's Talkin.'"||He died in July 2001, one month before Jack Maple.|
|The flap over the peep hole at the front door|
Turn the flap and read: "God is at the door. Let us see what face He is wearing today."
|Jack Maple, always dapper. He died in NYC, one month after Fred Neil died here in the Keys.|
Scenes from Midnight Cowboy. Oscar winner for Best Picture 1969.