Memories of Cruz St. John USV!

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

We discovered our path to Cruz, the capital of Saint John, and walked throgh a forgoten town. It had its share of older hippies hanging around in the colorful Caribbean bars where food and alcohol flowed easily with gossip .



"She was Tanned as well as wrinkled, we never ever recognized her name, yet white and tanned as well as wrinkled, was looking for a game. We saw her at the bar at Woodys and provided her a drink. She slight, well-tanned, as well as fun. She reached be rather rather as Woody put his double rum.


It was late when we left Woodys; not many people there. 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.

Memory-Cruz