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St. Croix, Chapter VII: The Renegade

  (NOTE: The St. Croix series chronicles my two extended stays in the U.S.V.I territory as a bar musician back in the mid-1990s.  This episode is continued from St. Croix, Chapter VI: The Burglar) It’s 6:55 a.m., Monday, March 6, 1995. I awake to the rattling hum of the decade-old, window-mounted air conditioner. Even this early, the tropical sun on the tin roof of the Moonraker is already... read more

St. Croix, Chapter VI: The burglar

(NOTE: The St. Croix series chronicles my two extended stays in the U.S.V.I territory as a bar musician back in the mid-1990s.  This episode is continued from St. Croix, Chapter V: Fati’s syringes) It was a late Sunday afternoon, some weeks after my incident with the Rasta man, Fati, and I was hanging out in my apartment over the Moonraker. Sunday was my one day off of the week, and I’d spent... read more

St. Croix, Chapter V: Fati’s syringes

(Continued from St. Croix, Chapter IV: Getting my feet wet)   It was a raucous night in the Moonraker. A cruise ship had evidently docked for a couple of days in Fredriksted, the city on the western side of the island, and had vomited a stampede of sunbroiled tourists onto St. Croix.  Many had made their way to Christiansted along with a gaggle of early spring breakers fresh from the airport.  As... read more

St. Croix, Chapter IV: Getting my feet wet

(Continued from Chapter III) Loneliness manifests itself in a number of ways. There is the loneliness of being in an empty house while your spouse is away.  Or of hiking alone in the woods, out of earshot of the nearest highway.  Or of not being in a romantic relationship. These all apply and are all perfectly good examples of the word. But there’s nothing quite so lonely as finding yourself on an... read more

St. Croix, Chapter III: Jager’s revenge

(Continued from Chapter II) “We’re celebrating tonight!” yelled Robin to everyone and no one in particular .  I grabbed an empty stool midway down the bar top, and before I could settle my behind properly into the contours of the seat, a shot glass appeared before me — Blam! “What can I get you, Mr. Mark?” said Robin, who was obviously enjoying herself. I would’ve liked... read more

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