I’ve been singing this song for at least twenty years but nothing has improved.

You can’t lay concrete on every spare inch of ground and not experience these problems. And yet they build more and more high rises and allow more and more cars with no adequate parking or drainage provisions, never mind roads. It kills me to say this but after fifty years of annual visits I’m about done with my beloved island.


Respectfully,

pat



"Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat
them."