
If you had been in Jamaica on Saturday, your eyes would have beheld this glory. A rainbow that went from horizon to horizon and was so close you could touch it. Stephannie and I touched it with not only our eyes but our souls.
Stories from my reminiscing and my current life in Jamaica after fifty years in the United States. My dream of moving back is now my testimony. "Dr Kong, you are the Mark Twain of life in rural Jamaica. As a Member of the Diaspora, I feel at home on your blog! Thank you." (Glen Laman) "Push the gate Mass Birtie. Draw long bench and let's write a letter to the Queen." (My grandmother, Ms. Rosie McKenzie)
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