We stay at No Limit for a while. We notice the bus taking a group up the lane to the next stop. ”We better go over and check out Pee Wees!” is the consensus of the brain trust. Pee Wees rocks. Drinks are in hand down by the cliff, a cocktail party by the sea. Each turn seems to offer a new amusing conversation. Sweetie Pie is excited and calls me over. “This is Debbie Lightheart,” she says, “She’s running spay and neutering clinics for the area around Negril.” I’m kind of blown away by the coincidence. We have talked at several times during the last few days about what Sweetie Pie can do to help the dogs after we leave. She feels a spay and neuter program would be a good thing and here are the hands of fate delivering the opportunity. This is a true moment and I try to soak it up as best I can. It is better than any cocktail I have tonight. I look at Sweetie Pie and I can see she is already formulating a plan. She and Debbie have a long conversation. Intersection meets cross-plane that divides the junction of crossroads which split the connection of nodes that coalesce at this meeting point. Damn… Life… Wow… Crazy how things come together…
