In any case, I'm no longer trapped.
It's vacation time. I got off my plane in the Dry Tortugas ready to learn, play, and watch a few games, perhaps make a quick buck. Unfortunately, the game of choice here is pelota or jai alai, but footbag is, of course, widely played as well. I am hoping to start a new league.
This is a phenomenal location for bagging: mellow silty soil, a tropical climate with plentiful mangroves and coral. Clean air, plentiful oxygen. Its one weakness: a lack of fresh water
I spent my nights in an old Jesuit mission, built by Basque settlers in the 16th century. The 16th-century Basque Jesuit missionary St. Francis Xavier, cofounder of the Jesuit order, is known worldwide as an avid jai alai player; he is, in fact, the patron saint of the sport. His remains show the telltale deformation of the phalanges that mark all handball players. Therefore, nothing -- save perhaps a stain in the shape of the bagging Madonna -- could have been more startling than the sight inside my desk drawer.

What do you think it means?



