The Ceo Of Margaritaville

February, 1998

I had moved for a while to Key West, bailing out of a marriage gone sour and an affair gone sad. I had rented a room in a little white-frame conch house, borrowed a bike, bought some flip-flops and a cheap used blender, and worked on feeling sorry for myself--wasting away in Margaritaville, even before it was incorporated.That was spring 1972 and it was a scence. Everyone went out and applauded the sunset every night. Bales of marijuana washed up on the shore. There were great cheap Cuban restau...