For the second time in less than a month, the cops
told the neighbors and me to get inside – for our own good. There is nothing like the peace that attends a night's sleep with eight police cars parked in front of your home.
But that’s nothing compared to what an old friend of mine’s going through
down in the land of the Ticos.
If you would’ve had a ballot for Most Likely To Open A Surf Shop In Costa Rica And Later Get Jailed For Growing Marijuana, this guy would’ve won in a landslide. I remember him as honest, kind and always smiling.