I haven’t written about Jamaica much because we are not in Jamaica. We are in Vermont. And it looks like we may stay here through the winter because the Covid restrictions are worse in Jamaica right now than they are here. I mean what’s the point to go to Jamaica to be locked down for days and there is no tourism? At least not in Portland.

And Bobo can make money here. He works for a moving company with a bunch of red neck Vermont characters hauling around pianos and thousand-pound gun cabinets and things like that. He works 6 days a week and ten and sometimes 12 hours a day. Looks like he has earned some respect at the moving company and those red neck Vermonters don’t bestow their respect that easily. He seems pretty happy. There is no time for any fun, but there is not that much in the way of fun for us, these days. I am getting some insight about what it feels like to be the only black person in a whole state full of white people. On top of that, Bobo looks really different from everybody, black OR white.

In the meantime, we keep sending money to Dimple back in Sherwood. I guess I mentioned that a hit and run driver forced Bobo off Zion Hill Road and he rolled the car down an embankment. Thank God he was unhurt, but his heart was broken because he loves that car. As one of my clients in California puts it, “not having a car is like not having a penis!” In the States, that car was totaled but in Jamaica they fix stuff. Ricky, the taxi man, found a bodywork person who showed up and finished the job. (Unlike the sneaky old Mobay who made a small profit for himself and decamped.)

Doctor Glass came and replaced the windshield and we are slowly accumulating the headlamps, back lights, radiator and and air-conditioning unit to put in a barrel and send down. Still remains the “jukerman” to paint the whole thing and we will have our penis back. I have got used to having a car. It is tough to go back to waiting around on the corner for group taxis.

Bobo is often on the phone wheedling or chastising whoever is doing things to our house. So far, we have decked two parts of the upstairs apartment and he has Nero roughcasting the interior walls. It is hard managing people long distance and since he is no fool and been there himself, he is always heading off some “jinnnal” scheme or other. I don’t know how anybody gets anything done in Jamaica! The general contractors have to be pretty quick witted.

In the meantime, we have our garden although it is starting to wind down. When he is going places out of town in the company truck, Bobo crochets. We set up a stand in front of “our yard.” I make the fancy jackets.

People are still visiting the Robin Hood Guesthouse website. Who are you people from “Boardman, USA” that keep signing in every day? Inquiring minds want to know.