Thursday 22nd March 2012 17:01.00N, 61:46.50W
A man with one
leg
Today I met a man with one leg called Byron on the road from
Falmouth Harbour to English Harbour.
This was our second meeting, and since I had given him a few dollars the
previous day, he naturally wanted more. I was pre-occupied with finding some
drawing pins (or thumb tacks) to put up crew advertisements, so explained this
to Byron who offered to help find some.
His efforts were limited to pointing out a couple of local shops
and bars and suggesting I try asking there. As it happens, the second one kindly
gave me a pair of drawing pins which allowed me to post my advertisement at a
bar in English Harbour, and the lady proprietor also allowed me to advertise at
her bar. So I gave Byron a few dollars more. Earlier that day I had met Buddy, a middle aged American long
redundant from the aerospace industry, now making his way as best he could in
the yachting industry. That evening
Buddy appeared in the bar where I had posted my last crew advertisement
accompanied by Jane, a veteran of the superyacht hospitality industry, also
currently between jobs but with the twin advantages of being younger and
female. Anyway, these two both new
Byron well. Apparently he used to
be a talented musician and chef before losing his leg in a motorcycling
accident. Since then, Byron whose
demeanour is somewhat pathetic but still shows signs of intelligence, has given
up his former skills and drifted into drug taking. It seems that a dose of crack cocaine
can be had for as little as EC$ 4 (~£1) in these parts, and that is now Byron’s main
occupation. It would be easy to be judgemental, but his position is not an
enviable one. Few work
opportunities, no conventional income, and no improvement possible in his
physical condition. He had been
fitted with a prosthetic leg, but abandoned it. He has previously dismissed offers of
help which were conditional on giving up drugs, so is continually on the lookout
for new people to tap up. I guess I was just such a one; but who would want to
be a one legged man? It was a pleasant change drinking my after dinner coffee with Buddy
and Jane while they consumed their meal and enlightened me on some of the local
characters. |