Travel article here on Vieques, Puerto Rico. It sounds okay, but not nearly the place it was in 1970 when, as young lads of 16, my best friend Teddy Sumner and I found our way there while exploring on our own. We were just looking for a place to camp and snorkel but when we asked directions the locals, seeing we were gringos, directed us to the beach that served as the demarcation line between the U.S. Navy’s bombardment range and a semi-permanent protesters’ camp.
So, while we really were just there to check out the diving, we ended up with a bunch of Quakers and other types, being filmed by U.S. Marshalls in helicopters. Somewhere in Washington, I presume, Teddy and I are still preserved on film as dangerous radicals instead of two kids misdirected to a protest site. The island was quite nice, by the way and, despite the bombing range, quiet and rural. I may go back, if I’m not barred by some terrorist screen.