I have a long memory that can be short on details. For example, I have this bizarre idea that social media didn’t just APPEAR on the planet in September 2003 or March 2006. For the longest time, I couldn’t imagine why I entertained such an unfounded (and potentially unpopular) theory. Then, a couple weeks ago, I recalled this weird tradition that people have been practicing on a tiny, tropical island in the Caribbean for nearly 40 years. Let me tell you about it:
A long, long time ago—maybe 20-some years—I was wandering the Caribbean in a boat when some friends on St. John directed me to a steep little rock in the British Virgins called Jost van Dyke. “Go to the Soggy Dollar Bar in White Bay,” they said. So I went.