Life on the St. John is definitely different than life on the mainland and so is running a business in the Virgin Islands different from running one in the US. Both of which have their own special Caribbean rhythm and flow.
So yesterday I’m going about my business, which is the book business, and one part of that business involves the delivery of books to customers. Well I get this order for our “St. Thomas USVI” book and I find out that the customer has a boyfriend who works at American Yacht Harbor in Red Hook on St. Thomas and I can deliver the books to him.
This is easier for me because I can just run my dinghy over from St. John and motor over to the marina dock and pass the books to the boyfriend. No automobiles involved and no Virgin Islands Christmas traffic to deal with on St. Thomas, sometimes referred to by some people on St. John, who end up passing a whole day on St. Thomas dealing with those things that can’t be done or are too expensive to be done on St. John, as “St. Trauma.”

Beloved Carib and beloved boat ramp
I load up my trusty and beloved Carib 15 with a 40 pound carton of “St. Thomas, USVI” books and leave Great Cruz Bay across Pillsbury Sound to Red Hook on the other side. The Christmas winds have eased up and its a pleasant crossing, Pillsbury Sound being even more beautiful than usual because of the clear skies and crisp air then totally devoid of Sahara dust or volcanic ash from our Caribbean neighbor, Montserrat, lying across the Anegada Passage to our east.
I pull into the marina at Red hook and find my man. He’s on a boat tied to the dock.
“I have a package for your girlfriend,” I say.
“Pass it up to me,” he replies.
I pass him the fairly heavy cardboard box full of books, and as I’m reaching for the invoice in my briefcase, someone on the dock says, “Hey, what’s going on here?”
The customers boyfriend, with quick humor, answers, “A drug deal.”
And I realize that it does, kind of, look like that, if it wasn’t in broad daylight in front of dozens of people, that is.
Smiling at the joke, I pass the invoice to the boyfriend saying, “Here’s the invoice.”
The other guy on the dock, also displaying a rapid fire wit, interjects, “Well I’ll be. First time I ever heard of a drug deal with an invoice.”