Time for a little bragging about my grandfather in 1947 he fled Elizabeth New Jersey with the mob on his ass he pulled a scam with the wrong people whatever money he got away with he blew it at the horse track in Miami, with A couple dollars in his pocket and nowhere to go he remembered his big brother Sal told him about this place called Key West, a real long story cut short, He Hitch hiked to Key West when he got there he never saw anything so beautiful in his life, The milk truck that he was on Left him off on Simonton Street an Truman He walked west to the center of town he had breakfast there grits and grounts after that he went by the docks looking at all the fishing boats and the shrimp factories he really fell in love with this place The next 20 years Were amazing for him bought a bunch of boats Became one of the most famous sea Captains and smuggler, even work for the CIA he married to more women had a bunch more kids and then he bought the oldest bar in Key west my grandfather had his face on more things in Key West than anybody including Hemingway, he had his face on his boats the bar, billboards, T-shirts, rolling papers, girls panties This was just the first 20 years the next 20 years would be unbelievable more wives more kids and then he becomes mayor I was lucky I got to work for him for seven years it was better than college the book is almost done a comedic look at his sexually driven mob family