We finally made it to St. Croix. That was a long grueling trip which would test the endurance of even Lance Armstrong. A 2:00 AM drive to Columbus, three flights, and layovers...and crappy, overpriced airport food. Traveling sucks. Would have helped if I would have tried to get some sleep instead of playing poker until 2:00. Nah, life is too short.


The view from the condo this morning. It is a bit overcast, but it's only 8:30. Supposed to rain the next couple of days, but the locals keep telling us not to worry about it.

Went last night to the H20 bar, to get a bite to eat, but they were closing...So, we headed down the road over the the Palms. Got a sandwich and a couple of beers. Island Hopping Ale, which is made over on St. John's. Pretty tasty. I love a beer that has bite and kicks you in the teeth.

I'll try to keep the vacation pics coming.

I certainly miss my kids, but not Ohio.

I wonder if Tractor Traylor lived everyday like it was his last. I hope he did. They found him dead in Puerto Rico (funny cause we were just there yesterday). He apparently died of a heart attack. He was 34.

Smile, today could be your last.