Let me take you back. It’s 1987. You’re a kid growing up in St. John, Virgin Islands — where the trade winds are warm, the music is always playing somewhere nearby, and even the smallest things carry a story worth telling. You’ve got a dollar in your pocket and you’re standing in the checkout line.ContinueContinue reading “A Quarter. Five Sticks. And a Jingle You Still Can’t Get Out of Your Head.”