Gerry G's TRAIL OF ASHES TOUR Final Chapter -- The Mighty Californian's return

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What a beautiful night in Negril, Christmas eve with Brasi, his two teen sons and a few others including Juli, all celebrating together at town's most reputable restaurant.

Under the moonlight with the waves gently caressing the Cliffs in front of us, the service and food were both superb at Catcha, the evening an conglomeration of fancy cocktails and red stripes, shrimp and lobster, spicy pasta dishes and fancy desserts. We laughed, we toasted, and, remarkably, we showed constraint by not singling out Brasi with an embarassing, candle-lit version of "Happy Birthday."

Brasi and I know each other well, having been in Negril together for the same week three or four times now and often talking on the phone when we're in USA, and he is a shy type who would not appreciate the attention. Me, I might have done it to him anyway, but I was relaxed because of the Jenny's special cake that kind of saw me sinking in my chair, so I didn't care much to move around much or to make sneaky arrangements with our server, Nichollette, the same one who waited on us last reach when we had a feast for the ages with M & G Montreal and their young daughter this past summer.

We all walked back to the Seastar Inn together -- rare for me, as I don't like to walk anywhere that's more than 100 steps away.

I slept well that night. Tomorrow is Christmas.