So we are at camp now. Mel and Greg are signed up for their events. This includes bocce ball, beach golf, and volleyball. Serious stuff. After just two days so far of socializing after a few weeks of cruising minimally-habited islands, Mel and Greg are a bit…exhausted. At least naturalist Mel has finally stopped shouting,…
Floating in the western anchorage of Conception Island, Mel felt what she is sure most have felt while visiting: paranoid. Clearly the government of the Bahamas put some sort of space ray into her brain and extracted her perception of the perfect island and then built the thing in the middle of the ocean. Then…
If one could transform the topography of Long Island into human form and then have that person evaluated by a psychiatrist, the psychiatrist would announce, “Bob, I’m sorry, but you’re nuts.” The Burnetts have only been here a few days, but already our pictures look like they are from three different islands. Long Island, apparently,…
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