The preliminary results of the Grenadian general election are in.
Bye bye, Keith. It was fun while it lasted.
And thanks for the memories… especially this one:
[...] a newspaper pubished a photo of someone passed out in the middle of a street in St. George’s the morning after the general election. I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen an indigent sleeping in the streets since New York. [...]
My name is María. I like wasabi, patronize bunny rabbits and think red wine really needs to stop pretending it's not purple.
I lived in Caribbean for four glorious years. My son - Joaquín the illustrious Bean - was born on the island of Grenada. He's beautiful, brilliant and has two birth certificates.
Now we're back in the land of snow and afternoon sunsets, and all the diet Coke and Thomas the Tank Engine in the world won't cushion the blow of such culture shock.
July 9th, 2008 at 3:27 pm
poor fella
October 16th, 2008 at 5:06 pm
[...] a newspaper pubished a photo of someone passed out in the middle of a street in St. George’s the morning after the general election. I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen an indigent sleeping in the streets since New York. [...]