In February and March of 1990, I had some time to kill. I was in between jobs. I had finished my job at the University of Wisconsin because I had been hired by ICARDA to work in Aleppo, Syria. But there was delay after delay in getting my work visa. So I figured I’d go to Belize while I waited and get my PADI scuba diving certificate. I arrived in Belize City and took a water taxi out to Caye Caulker. I spent enough time to get in enough dives to…

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