by Gary Walther

Let’s go back to a time when disruption was not something admirable and did not refer to young cyber-Turks overturning industries, but rather to an irritating interruption in the relied-upon, such as electricity from ConEd.

At that time (1988) the Caribbean had no idea that it was about to be disrupted from it’s reggae rhythm by the debut of a resort that raised the luxury bar, and did it on an island that was off-the-map, so to speak. (That’s why Princess Margaret had a villa there.)

I’m referring to Cap Juluca and Anguilla.

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