‘Life’s a Beach’ - or - AnD nOw FoR sOmEtHiNg CoMpLeTeLy DiFfErEnT -

[Seveen]

i think gals have more fun :-) lol

[Kahuna3]

i think gals have more fun :-) lol

Would love to hear some details Seveen! Girl style

Happy Birthday Bob!
Yah Mon – thanks for the music and the lyrics . . . your music will live on forever.

Everywhere today I hear Bob’s music and people singing his songs.

What a rain we had last night – wow! But today was hot and clear. About mid-morning I found Fabs walking the beach in front of CoCo. He was just returning from walking Alabama back to Tree House. We decided to go into town to the Cambio (to re-stock) and pick up a few things at Value Master. We flagged a taxi at the White Sands gate and climbed in. The driver asked us where we were from.

“Canada,” Fabs answered.

“Ahh, me ‘ere dat Canada is very cool, mon. You very lucky to live in such a very beautiful country. Me would really like to go up dere someday,” the driver said.

“You really want to go up there?” Fabs asked.

“Yah, mon.”

“Okay then, I’ll make you a deal, for the next three months, until the end of April, I’ll trade places with you. I’ll take over your taxi and live in your house here in Negril, and you can go up and do my job, live in my house. Whad’yah say?”

The taxi driver looked at Fabs, but didn’t say anything.

“I’m serious,” Fabs continued, “You want to go up to Canada, here’s your chance. But I’m warning you, it’s colder than you can even imagine right now. You ever heard of penile frost bite?”

The driver winced, “No, Mon,” he replied, somewhat bewildered.

“Doesn’t matter,” Fabs said. “Okay, so the first thing you do when you get up to Canada is shovel out my driveway and sidewalk; there are shovels and ice-choppers in the garage. It will be the freezing cold and dark, but you'll have to dig out the driveway so you can get the car out of the garage so that you can go to work. Got It? And there’s gonna be a lot of snow and ice. Have you ever seen snow?”

“No, mon.” Fabs had his attention.

"Have you ever driven a car on glare ice?"

The driver shook his head.

“Okay, well you’ll have to learn quick because you'll be up to your arse in deep snow and ice. And the wind will be blowing a gale – that’s part of the deal too. I’ll stay here, where it’s warm and sunny, and drive people around in this taxi with the windows down and listen to reggae all day. For you back in Canada, it’ll be dark when you get up for work, and you’ll have to dress up in heavy clothes and gloves and big boots, and go into my office, five days a week, and sit in front of a computer all day long and go to boring meetings and talk to stupid people on the phone. Got it? And it’ll be dark when you come home too. How does that sound?”

“I doan know, mon.” The driver shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“And the guy you’ll be working for is a complete arse-hole, always ordering you to do pointless stuff. And when you finish work, it will be windy and freezing and you have to get into a cold car and warm it up before you can drive away. And you’ll have to shovel more snow when you get back to my place just so you can get the car into the garage. So, do we have a deal?”

The driver smiled and shook his head, “No, mon. Me t’ink me stay ‘ere. Me doan like de cold.”

“Very, very good decision, brother,” Fabs said. “The grass isn’t always greener, you know what I mean?”

We picked up some cash and nibbles for the room.

The day that he arrived, Fabs met two young women on the shuttle from MoBay. He made arrangements to meet them at Rick’s for sunset, so tonight we’re headed up there. We like to visit Rick’s, but only once per trip, it’s just so kitschy and expensive, but there is always a good crowd and a convivial, party mood. We go early, around 4:00, so that we can get one of the tables in the shallow end of the pool. We like to sit there under the umbrella with our feet in the water and watch the evening develop – it offers an excellent vantage point.

Lay-tah!