...but the St. Croix authorities had obviously heard about their antics.
They told me that we would all need visas to visit St. Croix, and how no male who was seventy-six going on fourteen could get one. They also added that no one nicknamed after an amphibious reptile was allowed to enter the island, especially if he had any matches or a lighter on him.
I think they were making it all up just to keep the island reasonably tasteful, but I did mail off the $1500 (cash) for the visas that the three of us needed. They arrived yesterday and I must say that they look odd. They're nothing more than handwritten notes that say, "Dis person can come to dee island, mon"....and the letterhead on each says, "Government of Saint Croy," with a drawing of the little Zig-Zag man on one side, and Mister Natural on the other. Evidently the motto of St. Croix is "Keep on Truckin'," because that was written at the bottom, right next to a ketchup stain on one of them. (It might have been cocktail sauce.)
Still, $1500 is a small price to pay for getting the girls into the Virgin Islands.
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