Letters from Grenada

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I used to be kind of obsessed with the JFK assassination. I blame Oliver Stone. And my school for allowing us to do a week-long immersion course, that included visiting the Kennedy Museum in Boston. I got some awesome campaign poster reproductions there. They stayed on my walls through eight semester of Cornell, even though I moved every year.

Anyhoo. Now it all just makes me sad. So tragic. So senseless. I don’t really like talking about it anymore. But I feel it should be commemorated, so I’m posting this, my favorite photo of JFK.

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Posted on November 22nd, 2009 under Grenada • Tags: 1963, assassination, jfk, november 22. • Print This Post • Email This Post • RSS 2.0 feed • Leave a response, or trackback

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.

This is our story.