Soulmates on Hollywood Beach
Not a care in the wind
Stay salty, my friends
Never underestimate a Jamaican at the domino table!
Our younger hosts, so grown up
He made some bangin' fish soup and pepper shrimp
My nephew serenaded us
The view each night as I turned in
One more, our lovely hosts twenty-six years ago when they still lived in New York, with my son, their godson, who was then one year old. He adored them then, and does so still.