Years ago ordinary things were difficult to get or costly in Negril. Most days a young man, about 16, would walk down the road selling peanuts in the shell. He was very friendly with a ready smile and we bought from him several times. We chatted up a lot and the day before we were to fly out he traded me a bag of peanuts for my shoe laces. I went home through the airports with my sneakers saying clop, clop, clop.
Respect,
Col. Andy & "Wildcat" Pam
