Marsh Harbor and The New World

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“Marsh Harbor will take you in his runabout, sir.”

The skinny boy looked no more than twelve, and made younger by the eagerness of expression.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” I said.

“I am an excellent driver, sir,” said the boy. “The best on the Cay.”

The car was a right-hand drive Austin Moke of considerable antiquity. I wedged myself into the passenger seat. The boy gunned it, spraying a fantail of sand behind us.

“Your name is Marsh Harbor?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.  “Like the town?”

“I was named after it, sir. You are from Miami?”

“No. I’ve been there, though”

He grinned. “All my life, I have longed to go to Miami.  I have never left Green Turtle Cay.”

“Not even to Nassau?”

“No sir. My grandmother forbids it. She says Nassau is a place of sin.”

“But not Miami.”

“No sir. Miami is the New World.”

 


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15 thoughts on “Marsh Harbor and The New World

    1. Thanks, Dale. This conversation actually took place with a young guy who drove me in a golf cart to the bar you see in the picture. This was pre-social media, but the one boy he’d known who had been to Miami became a local celebrity. They called him “Elvis.”

  1. Love his naive perspective. So many wonderful turns of phrase from the “fantail of sand” to his “eagerness of expression”. I could see it all!

  2. Miami isn’t a place of sin? It’s amazing what people from distant lands think of us. I’ve met folks from the Philippines who believe that all Americans are honest. Wow. I didn’t know where to begin with that.

    Nice piece about perspectives.

  3. Dear Josh,

    This story and the ensuing comments made me smile. Ah the stuff dreams are made of. I visited Miami in the 60’s with my parents during the off season. At the time Yiddish was heard almost as much as English. Fast forward 40 years and it’s Spanish. ;) Sorry…I strayed to the side of the road. I meant to say good story…well written as always.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  4. enjoyed being in this social exchange – and really reminds me of the people we meet on vacation – or here and there – and laughing at the Miami is a sin… wonder if he saw Miami Vice…

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