Jim

You have fascinating stories to tell. We share the same love for Negril - the "time when the hippies came" as many of the older Jamaicans refer to us. I suggest that you create a book of your stories, maybe weave into a novel as I did with Island Odyssey. By-the-way, I think Harold the Woodcarver is the same person I know and befriended in 1970s, the last time I saw him was walking on the beach, without his dreadlocks, in 1986. When I first met Harold in 1970 he gave me two wood carvings, one of the head of a Rasta as a candle holder, and the other was a large serving plate that he used to serve to me and my friends a dinner of Bonita and rice-veges; he gave me the plate. And, when I hooked up with him in the 80's and thanked him for the gift, he said, "I mek a servin' spoon fer ya mon" and he proceed to carve a large spoon for me out of Jamaican cedar. If it is the same Harold, I am said to hear that he had passed away.

Thanks for sharing your stories and poetry on this stie.

Francis Oliver Lynn (Fren Mon)