Industry & Trade

I spoke the other day of the millionaires of Pigeon Cay. At the time I thought it quite literally to be a fishermans tale. But I talked to someone today who caught a “White Nose Fish” and soon following this catch he went out and bought himself a nice new house.

There is a sleek 1200 horse power speed boat that was left as a gift for the coast guard.  Simply found, empty, floating off shore.

The aeronautical cowboys used to visit the power plant to cut the power to the whole island for those clandestine arrivals and departures, not that it was necessary after midnight, electricity was turned off on the island at that time anyway. They would bring a string of lights to the municipal airport for the very late night arrivals.

Every day the black helicopters chop over my head. Americans. So you can stop wondering why the drug war has a price tag of $20,000,000,000 a year.

The dive boat captains refuse to go to the north side in the afternoon, so as not to risk seeing anything they are not supposed to. See no evil, speak no evil.

I myself, walking along the trash strewn north side beach, more vibrant than the visible spectrum of light from all the lovely plastic fragments, found a quadruple sealed bag. Rectangular in shape, yellow rubber covered by blue plastic covered by pink plastic wrapped in duct tape. Sliced straight down the center, empty. Some one had a really good time…. Or someone had a really terrible time.