The evening was entering into night quickly. Too quick, but, I tell myself, don’t fret…it’s just the beginning. Plenty more nights you will be spending in this magnificent place.

Over to the right…on the Boston field I notice tents in the distance. That’s right, the Boston Jerk Festival is tomorrow.



“Do you want to ride over to see them set up?”
“No, I’m fine. But I do want to go tomorrow. Do you?”
“No. I take you. What time do you want me to pick you up?”
“Wow, you don’t want to go?? Why not? What are you going to be doing?? Never mind. I will be ready around 3:00.”
“Too expensive! A thousand dollars to get in is too much.”
“I guess…maybe…how about I cover half your entrance fee?”
“Let me think about it. I will let you know in the morning.”
“You don’t want to go do you?”
“No.”
“Can we get some soup? I can’t eat this meat, it’s too dry.”

I use his phone to call momz. Seemed the time was right to hear her voice and let her know all is well here in Portland.

Yes…tonight all is well here in Jamaica.



After a trip into town for a large chicken soup, to the market for beverage needs…water, red stripes, rum, club soda…I decide to go in for the night.

“Vi, if you aren’t ready for bed, you can ride with me. I gone do one or two trips.”
“Okay…wait…no. No thanks. I think I’ll stay in and get some rest. It’s going to be a long and busy 2+ weeks.”
“Okay. I see you tomorrow at 2:00.”
“Alright. Good night.”
“Good night.”