Cruising to Barbados Via Cruz St. John

We sailed among the Virgin Islands on the Rebel Jogger, a forty-foot ocean cruising sailboat. I was part of the gag that sailed it from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Tortola. It got on my method to Barbados.

We walked the capital of St. John one lazy night.. It had lots of older hippies hanging around in the colorful Caribbean bars where food and booze was served in a friendly, most likely state of mind.

We ended up  at Woodys Bar and Sea Gill. Woody welcomed us with a deep smile and bubbly attitude. He seemed like Woody from the TV show Cheers as he spun his bottles in the air catching them on the fly, pouring drinks and mixes with astonishing velocity and elegance. A parrot sat on the shoulder of the girl beside me. She acquired it from a tattoo hippy with a crinkled face, smoking like a chimney.

"She was Tanned as well as wrinkled, we never ever recognized her name, yet white as well as tanned and also wrinkled, was looking for a video game. We saw her at bench at Woodys and offered her a drink. She minor, well-tanned, and fun. She got to be fairly rather as Woody poured his dual rum.

"We left her there that night, a sad and lonesome woman looking a lot older than her troubled thirty hears. She wore the scars of trouble on her face and in her mind, but she was worthy of far better, for she was real and also kind."
It was late when we left Woodys; not many people left. Cruz itself was closing just late-night hangers-on as we walked the weary streets in the capital of Saint John. I put $50 in her hand as she sat alone at the bar. She was down on cash and luck that night, a sample of her life. But for the moment, she was happy that she had met someone who cared.

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