This artical ran in the San Pedro Sun a year ago;

To The People of San Pedro,
La Isla Bonita ( In the eyes of one Gringo)

As the sun slip's it's bounds and rise's from the sea, on the pier where I sit, are the dolphins and me,

The sea romances the reef, the wind dance's with the coconut tree's and we start another day, out in the caye's

Fried Jacks and coffee at our station, as dive boats slip out for some mystic destination.

The sun keeps climbing as it always has and our mind slips away to some far day past.......

This was our dream as we worked away in some high rise office in the U.S.A. We toiled and worried and dreamed of the day when we would be at "home" on a small island, far away......

The day finally came and was filled with "Hurrahs",we were off to San Pedro for the rest of our lives'.......

"Something has changed" said my bride of 40 years, as we drove down Coconut Drive, her eyes filled with tears, the Taxis' looked like a freight train 40 cars long, dust chocking and gagging as we bounced along. Passing each other in their race to be macho, I took to the ditch amoung the "HOOTS" and "WE GOTCHA"........

I'm taking my leave of "La Isla Bonita", along with my money," maybe later I'll see ya"........

Growth is good but without dicipline and control, your days are numbered, and your in the hole......

Your only source of income is from people like me and the tourist that visit this isle in the sea.When asked "How Was Paradise", the reply will be, "Go somewhere else to live by the sea".......

With rising crime and more Taxis' than New York, this island can't handle things of this sort. No more mini-vans and big dump trucks, stay with the golf carts, not the big bucks. Get back to "What Brung YA" and restore your beauty, and this island will again be "The Caribbean Cutie" frown


Gun Control is Hitting Your Target.