Just spent the last week with the sweetest, most generous folks on the planet. Southern hospitality was never a myth and it's not gone from the planet. My friend says that half an hour before I got in from the airport that Jamaica began to go crazy. How do they know? Who cares.
Friends and music and dogs. What a life!
Oh yeah, cats, too. I'm pretty sure that Angel was glad to see me but she wouldn't want it to show.