Farewell "Secret"

Me, looking hot (both figuratively and literally, of course).


I know, you've seen plenty of shots of this, but I just couldn't help taking ONE more...

Below, I'm headed out to do my laundry. I had to lug that b**** of a bag all the way to town...you can see why one might wear a pair of socks a day or two (or more) too long.

Carnival; St. Thomas style

I tell ya, this weren't no New England parade....for starters, it was AT LEAST nine hours long!

Visit from the big "D"

Denny boy, who came to the island the last part of my stay, proved too be a bit too tall for the ol' "Secret." Here he is sticking his head out the hatch for primo teeth brushing.

Lazy Caribbean daze...


The night before we flew home we stayed at a very swank hotel by the sea. Quiet a send off.

The faces of St. J's

Herman, a local jeweler, carved figures out of wood.

Eric, a total sweetheart from Dominica, did carpentry on the same property as me.

Another co-worker, Alfred or "Whatt."

My "peeps" at a local watering hole known as Joe's Diner. Tyron, Legal, Preston, me, Sted and Sarah. (Note, I'm the whitey in the middle).

This is Sarah, she usually wore a fresh flower in her hair everyday.


Terri, ran the St. John Community Crisis Center for battered women and families. I volunteered at the thrift store there.


Best deals on the island, for sure.


Kim, she ran "Joe's."

This is my co-worker/friend Frances (but his friends called him Legal). Here he is cooking on the boat. Probably something "fishy."