Hannah fo Banana

Hannah wasn’t that bad, just a big old blustery wind and a lot of rain, she even scraped past to hit land north of us. At one time I was more worried about Ike who is going for the gulf now. No real disasters but my cell phone which I dropped into a puddle of water.
My dream town might have a good smack of it, which is Key West. I love that town, it’s small and quaint, bustling with tourists, some great food down there and since they do have a lot of flooding with the smallest of rain, I think they would keep me in business for a long while.
I’ve been thinking about that place more and more, I don’t know why, even with me building my own house. I dream about it. I can remember one summer we spent a few weeks there, my brothers and I would go to the most southern point in the United States and look out over the ocean. Jacks would jump in the ocean and say “Look, I don’t have a passport!” Luke would always be poking his head into the bars; we definitely weren’t of drinking age then. I did my fair share of doing odd things but mostly I enjoyed the people, the eclectic mix of old and young.
There was this old man that would sit and tell you stories of pirates and their treasures, it would keep us quiet for hours as he spun his old tales. I don’t expect to move down there now and find him still telling them but that was the kind of town it is. Just laid back, no expectations, you did your job and relaxed the rest of the time enjoying the beauty surrounding you.
Jacks and I were talking the other night about how we both wanted to live there; Luke wanted no part of it because he’s Mr. Big Computer Man. We even when so far as to pick out where we would live on the island - opposite sides of course. However, I don’t think Jess would go for such a slow paced place, I have no doubts Amy would love it.
At any rate, they are just dreams and wishes for later on in life, right now I will settle in completing my house and school.