Three preteen boys,
black Bahamian boys
at the Port of Nassau
approached me as I
exited the cruise ship
on a warm and sunny
Caribbean day, politely
asking for a handout
from me, a newly
arrived tourist to their
shores. I am sure
doing what they do
at the docking of
cruise ships every day.
It is what they have
been assigned to do.
What better way to
earn their pay in a
country where tourism
is a cash cow passing
through their largely
impoverished yet
beautiful island
country day after
day. And gladly
I gave them a fiver
to split between
themselves.
But there was a
stipulation I made,
their picture I wanted
to take in exchange.
And they were more
than pleased to accom-
odate. And thirty-five
years later that delightful
photo I hold in my hand
turns out to be one of the
best lifetime investments
I could have made—
the veautiful vision
of three Bahamian
boys forever.
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Chris Hanch 9-9-2021
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