As a deeply bitten Caribbophile (I just invented that great word-if there are Francophiles and Anglophiles, why not Caribbophiles?), I almost went out of my skull when, totally unexpectedly, I was invited on a sailing jaunt to retrace part of Christopher Columbus' great adventure. As a kid growing up in stark, frozen, featureless Northern Indiana, I used to gloat secretly over certain maps in my 5th Grade geography book as I was sweating out my time at the Warren C. Harding School . . .
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