I was all over the place today. I visited Negril Bill at Westender, where I had lion fish again and followed him around on errands – he has a scooter, too. We motored through the back roads to Out of Town Pastry, and I marveled at the scenery.

At one point, I remember thinking that every time I turn around, it looks like a scene from an oil painting. Negril Bill said it’s especially green after a rain.

Every time the rain would pick up a little bit, I would motor back to Seastar Inn. Then the sun would pop out again, and I would be off again, this time back to Bourbon Beach to chill with Memphis Mike and his assorted friends, mostly younger ladies.

Eventually the plan was to meet up at Seastar Inn at 11 p.m. and head out with Chris in the van, but the plans got mixed up, so we headed there with three of us in a car. I won’t name names because you know how Thursday nights can get in Negril, and this one was going to be a doozy.