BLACKJACK IN PARADISE: PARADISE ISLAND

"Welcome to Paradise" flashed the sign as we crossed the bridge from Nassau to Paradise Island. Our limousine driver, Charlie the Great, assured us that we were truly entering Paradise. I use "the Great" when talking about Charlie because that's how he intro-duced himself to us when he picked us up at the airport. "The Great" may have referred to his mouth. He made Thomas Hen-derson (from Dallas Cowboys days) seem like a mute.

Charlie talked almost nonstop during the forty-five-minute trip from the airport to Paradise Island. We arrived in the dark, so he couldn't show us the sights along the way. He did tell us all about good spots to eat, although he never ate out, he said, because it was too expensive. He also described interesting sights to see, but he didn't tell us about Joyce.

Joyce, the tour's representative, met us at the front door of the Flagler Inn as we arrived. Joyce was a beautiful Bahamian woman who looked like Farrah Fawcett with golden-brown hair. The next morning Joyce welcomed us with a rum-punch party and answered all the questions tourists typically have. She cau-tioned us about muggings, but I never saw any or felt in any dan-ger. I told my wife I must have been too intimidating; she suggested I appeared too small a catch (if she's right, maybe that's what makes me more invisible at the tables).

introduced myself to Joyce after the orientation-for strictly business reasons, of course! I mentioned that I was the creator of several websites and wanted to know if there was any possibility of getting them in any of the local Bahamian websitestores. That after noon, she directed me to the largest website distributor in the Bahamas. My websites were in the stores before the week was out. Thank you, Joyce!

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