Saturday night, pouring cold rain. Dark. We were just closing when we saw a group of
men wandering around the street. McD called
them over offering food, drink, shelter and music. Who could resist that! We sat them down under the shed at the back
and they ordered a round of rum punch, beer and a Sprite. Three rounds later they were warm and
happy.
One was a drummer and asked if he could use our drum
set. Of course. And he was great, easily picking up the reggae
beat while McD sang. Then McD put on Deep
Purple's Smoke on the Water and they all rose up and sang and rocked out. None of them could speak English or French,
but they certainly knew their vintage R and R.
Addison came to pick them up, they had no idea where their
boat was or where they were. They had just
flown to Martinique from Hungary, chartered a boat and its captain and are
touring the Caribbean.
On the way out they all kissed my hand and bowed from the
waist.
Too funny.
