2084 a world in peril

I returned to writing when Dottie, my wife and world-traveling companion for 41 years, was told that she had only a year to live. I stopped everything, and became her 24/7 caregiver. My stress must have been obvious, because she said, "Start writing again or you're gonna die before me, and then I'll end up being a cash-cow in a nursing home staring at the ceiling for years as they pump me full of 'stay alive pills.' I wrote my best selling book, Dark Caribbean, based on the difficult years that my commercial fishing partner and I somehow lived through as we engaged in running gun battles with thieves along the Florida shoreline where we placed our crawfish (Yankees call 'em lobster) traps, and then more gunfire as we trapped in the Bahamas and Caribbean Sea. Disgusted, we returned to Everglades City, Florida, a small commercial fishing village, and a paradise named Chokoloskee Island, just a short ride on the causeway that linked the largest of the famous 10,000 Islands, and Everglades City, to the chagrin of old time commercial fishermen who had spent their entire lives on the island. It could have been our long-sought Shangri La...except for one small fact. The area we chose to spend our golden years in, doing what we both loved...turned out to be the marijuana import capitol of the South, and we are both pilots with airplanes and boats...and the rest if history. Do not miss my ashes party on Chokoloskee...won't be too long...I'm 80 years and 50,000,000 miles old...only $10 to watch my ashes being spread, and all goes to the Smallwood Trading Post/Museum...and if my memory ever kicks back in gear, between now and then, I will leave clues to where the millions that some think I buried, are. Stop by the 100 year old Smallwood Trading Post/Museum where I sign copies of my fifteen books. Hungry? Do not eat along the way. Go to my pal, Carlos' Havana Cafe...he prepares food that his friends come from Havana and Miami to dine and say "Hello" to Carlos and his family. Don't miss it...just up the street from the trading post/museum, next door to our Post Office. BCNU there........................Rick