around & about Port Antonio

[*vi*]

Through the haze of the down pour, Mr. O saw me wipe my face and tilt my head back on the rest. By the way he leaped out in the rain and sprinted across the street, I guess he thought I was a goner.

A strong, flow of wind circulated the car when he swung the door opened. It felt wonderful. I smiled when the cool drops sprinkled my legs…arms….face…lips…

With serious concern, he stared at my wet skin and weary eyes and asked…”Vi…Vi….are you alright?

I wiped my face again. Looked at him and with a smile I said.

“Yes of course, I’m fine…I’m in Jamaica.

[Vince]

“Yes of course, I’m fine…I’m in Jamaica.[/QUOTE]<<<<<Agreed!!!!

[*vi*]

The wipers are working and I’ve recovered from near suffocation, so we seek soup and pineapple chunks.





Mr. O chose the lunch setting…the grounds of Titchfield High School.









I listened as he shared memories from his days of playing cricket, attending classes and being a semi-mischievous teen.

I longed to see young adults clustered on the fields and benches laffing with friends like I used to do when I was their age.