Month: January 2008

While passing through the parish of St. Elizabeth, we stop, my friends and I, at a roadside bar to get some light refreshment. We hear Continue...

A year ago, while at Montego Bay’s Sangster International Airport waiting to be cleared by customs, an individual, who I assumed was either a customs Continue...

Once upon a time a village harvester named Remy went out picking grapes. But they were sour, so he squished and dumped them in a Continue...

“Don’t you touch that windscreen!” bellowed my friend Carl, as the skinny youngster with the spray bottle and the squeegee approached the BMW 330i, late Continue...