Some Days Should Last Forever....

Some days should last forever. Then others should never even be started.

Usually they are back to back least you get full of yourself.

Saturday was the day that shouldn’t have ended any time soon. Sandi and I had a great time shooting pictures in the morning. She got Uncle Lou’s picture sitting on the wall by Netty’s, enjoying his smoke with his bike next to him.

While Sandi took Uncle Lou’s picture, I chatted with Miss Minta waiting patiently in the DC’s van for her ride home. Miss Minta grew up on the hill where the Compass Rose is. Miss Minta told me about carrying water on her head from the White House up that long hill to the house. She had to do it over and over so that the barrel would get filled for the day. Keeping the cows out was the trick, even then.

The line of the trip is from Miss Minta: "They were hard times, but they were good times."

A donkey walked down Victoria Street like he owned it. But for us, he did that morning. He cleaned up the streets of Salt Cay eating an abandoned soda can.