Bio: Born, relatively happy childhood, school, more school, work, work, work, work, work, ..., work, retire. End of bio.
I'm on the last step and I can't think of a better place to be now than St. John! Pristine beauty and access to beaches, trails, and ruins; her undeniable "quaintness" and slow, comfortable pace. And what could be more fun than donkeys, sheep, and chickens in the road? I love everything about this delicate island. (Lion fish - not so much.) But, as we all know, her many charms are endangered by relentless over-development. How long can St. John remain St. John against that pressure? Is her decline as inevitable as it seems? I don't know. But I can not accept this slow mutation into non-uniqueness. So I hope to add, "... and tried to protect St. John along the way", to the end of my bio. Actually, chickens are a mixed blessing. Hens are great and baby chicks too, of course. But when you're trying to sleep, roosters can be a real pain in the ... island, let's say..