Thanks !!! I wish I still had one of those. Was it 1 for a Red Stripe and 3 for a mixed drink ???
Thanks !!! I wish I still had one of those. Was it 1 for a Red Stripe and 3 for a mixed drink ???
Yes mon faces of me yout mon! Franklin, Gusnel, Princess and of course the Pee Wee his self. Great food great memories.
Originally Posted by JamericanNC
Cool Breeze, JamericanNC! Good old, Jason! It is funny thinking about him being all grown up. Thank you for passing along my good wishes to him and for letting me know that he still remembers me. His father, Steve, and I had some neat adventures together, not just in Jamaica, but in South America as well. Steve was an amazing character. I remember when he was knocked off a little motorcycle on the beach road doing about 60 mph. He was wearing nothing but a bathing suit and flip-flops. Steve skidded, slid, and tumbled down the tarmac for quite some distance before coming to rest on the grassy shoulder. The surface of the road that that time resembled an extremely rough rasp, and Steve had road rash all over his body, particularly on the palms of his hands and the sides of his feet. While Steve laid in the grass, the Jamaican motorcyclist who Steve ran into, and his buddy, ran into the bush, grabbed a couple of sticks and administered corporal punishment to Steve for causing the wreck. Steve probably did cause the wreck since he was high Mandrax and rum at the time of the accident. Steve had a rough recuperation period, because he could not lay in any position without his oozing road rash becoming stuck to his sheets. But recover he did and went on to buy himself some much bigger and more powerful motorcycles later. He also was thrown over a wall by Big Al on the cliffs and tore the heck out himself on the jagged rock, but the miracle was that he managed to not die in the process. Whenever and however he died, as the old blues song goes, he had his fun. In fact, he had several lifetimes of fun and agony. I am sure that he did not go gentle into that good night.
Yes, I did have to leave Negril under somewhat shall we say less than ideal circumstances. That old concrete jail back behind the police station across from the Yacht Club was not the most secure in the world. They must not have let that concrete cure properly, but that is not really unexpected. If they had known how close they came to snagging me, they would be gnashing their teeth. It makes a hell of a story, but one that I can tell very few people.
Do they have a statute of limitations act in Jamaica? I actually slipped back into and out of town a few times afterwards, but discretion being the better part of valor, I decided to let things cool off for a while. Do you think 40 years is long enough?
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I did a little looking around in the drawers and I found a couple more pictures of when I came upon Sir Paul McCartney back before he was an MBE, and family on a remote section of Negril beach around 1974.
I did a little looking around in the drawers and I found a couple more pictures of when I came upon Sir Paul McCartney back before he was an MBE, and family on a remote section of Negril beach around 1974.
Canoe out on the water with a guy paddling
Negril Beach at sunset. Still a long way to go to get to Red Ground and a cold shower
Rasta going down the beach road on a motorbike
The old West Indian Sugar Building
Tree house on the beach
Getting his stash together
Last edited by Piggymon; 07-01-2013 at 08:57 PM.
Great pics, thank you.
Before becoming Rocky Dell the property was known as Pee Wee's, Gus, Franklin, Winsome, and Princess, and of coarse Pee Wee. Never in my life have i enjoyed the food and the company, Pee Wee, Franklin, Winsome, are all gone, but will remain in my heart and memories. I hope to get back and see those remaining this year, as well as all my other old friends.
April 29, 1975! Life changed for me that day! I never really liked Jamaica. It was love a first sight!
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