At the end of 1959 my wife and I spent our honeymoon on the island of Margarita, off the coast of Venezuela. We were at the beach one morning and I saw a nine or ten year old boy passing by. I called him and asked him if he could get the day’s newspaper for me. I gave him a “fuerte,” a five bolivars Venezuelan coin, no longer issued, which has almost an ounce of silver. Seeing the boy walking away my wife said to me: “You probably will never see him again.” About 90 minutes later he was back with the newspaper and my change.
Margarita Island did not have a jail in those years. We remember a gentleman selling pearls in Porlamar, the main town on the island, who gave a free real pearl to every visitor who told him he, she, had his same family name. Of course, we all claimed to have it and we all received a free real pearl from him...........
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