Living the dream in Jost Van Dyke.
Foxy’s Bar on Little Harbour is a quiet little watering hole on beach front property. It’s owner, however, is anything but. The world travelin’, guitar slinging, storytelling son of a gun isn’t shy, but he’s easy to miss unless you know what to look for. When we approached, he was sitting off to the side, sleepily taking in the view. Bare feet in the sand and one hand on an old guitar, he painted the kind of picture a curious wanderer would want to study. As soon as we said hello, the seemingly mild-mannered Foxy launched into a tirade of stories, limericks, and jokes that weren’t for the faint of heart. Before we knew it, he’d drawn a crowd and was singing songs that seemed to float in on the tropical breeze, transforming effortlessly into a one-man show the likes of which you’d have to see to believe.