As I rode the tender in, I noticed a lot of air traffic. The island had only a small runway and no facilities there, but it seemed very busy. A lot of people were coming onboard with tools and boxes and crates, and a lot of people were leaving with luggage and sour expressions, ready to board those empty planes and get out of Dodge, so to speak. What, no electricity? Plumbing not great? Bunch of sissies; they were going to miss my wedding!
I landed and walked into town and asked where I could help.
This was a mistake. I didn’t find this out until an hour or so later when a large part of a wall fell on, you guessed it, my foot, which had almost stopped hurting. And as I took off my shoe and sock to make sure it wasn’t damaged to where it needed a doctor, a motherfucking huge centipede the
