By the time I approached the one dollar toll bridge, a story had rolled around in the many compartments of my cluttered mind. Miraculously, I even had an ending. Oh, joy! I knew I had to write it all down before the dust gathered and the story went south. At that point, Rule #2 of My Writing Life came to mind: Always be prepared. I did a quick mental inventory and became a bit disheartened when I realized - I wasn't prepared at all. I didn't have a laptop, or any computerized device to enable my writing. I also didn't have a pen or pencil, or paper of any kind. I had committed a most grievous sin. And so, I panicked.
I reached the toll booth in a sweat. As I took out a Bahamian dollar, I contemplated how to remedy the situation. The front desk of the popular resort I'd be planted in front of for most of the afternoon had what I needed. But, along with the towels and chairs, and use of the facilities, did I want to ask them for writing material as well? I drove further and as I passed the cluster of tourist shops on P.I., I stopped and parked. For sure, I could find what I needed there. Wrong!
With the onset of the dual holiday, most of the stores had closed. One clothing boutique promised that either the grocery or the pharmacy had such items. Really? That idea proved wrong as well. Just as the buzzer sounded to allow my exit, I eyed the perfect solution to my lack of pen and paper: A brown paper bag.
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