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Show 66, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] They'd come back down to the highway, and Rossmore pointed out the sanctuary, Bottlepoint Key, where the Audubon Society was breeding spoonbills. Row, he would write, I'm not being wordy if I call the spoonbills roseate. . . "Certain birds," Rossmore said, "were clever enough to make for the arbors. There was times when we would have to cover the grapes with paper bags. . . "Eighteen. . .eighty-five, here on Plantation Key, Johnny Brush Pinder built the Island Home, best of the Key's trading schooners. Run cargo from the truck farmers, and hardwoods, for the young city of Miami. "On your right," Dorian's guide explained, "the Highway Gospel Hall stood at the approximate site of this Kirk of the Keys. "Whale Harbor," Rossmore continued,"and here on Islamorada was water tanks, a water tower for the train--" "So Islamorada was literally a jerkwater town--?" The Old Timer was looking suspiciously back across the road at a green and yellow item up in the mimosas at their roofline. "Damn bird's loose again!" Dory climbed up to extricate the parrot and the Old Timer went into his shack and filled an open-mouthed jar with cold water and came out again. "Precious stuff to us," Rossmore said. "Long before the second war, when the navy ran the silver |