Thursday, July 29, 2010
Throughout his 92 years on this earth, Tony worked on a shrimp boat, captained his own fishing charter boat named The Greyhound, and served as a gunrunner during the Cuban revolution. He owned and ran one of Key West's most popular bars, Captain Tony's Saloon, and it was there he gave a young guitar player his first break. The kid had just bombed out in Nashville, and had come to Key West to try and become a bar musician.
I read the entire book on my flight home, and I have to say, I was too quick to judge Tony Tarracino. Because despite his questionable decisions regarding women and an arguably nasty gambling habit, I found myself genuinely liking the man.
I wish I had left my Coors Light on the table that day and strolled over to Captain Tony's barstool. I'd have shook his hand and thanked him for reminding me to be slow to judge (even when it came to philandering old men), to search for the good in people, and to practice compassion above all else.
Captain Tony died on November 1, 2008, surrounded by loved ones and family. The entire island of Key West cried that night for their lost legend and father. Then, they lifted their tropical drinks in a toast to him, and promised to carry on the lessons he'd spent a life learning. I've decided I will, too.
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