Mrs. Field is being particularly fatalistic this evening. She was reminiscing about one of her co-workers who died at an early age of cancer. "Field, anything in particular you want to do before you die, or did that you want to do again?" Now I am thinking to myself: there was that girl in Ocho Rios....."Ahhh yeah," I tell her. "I have lived a pretty full life, but there are a couple of things". "Like what? "
"Well, I would have a serious meal of ackee and saltfish with some fried dumplings and bread fruit. It would have to be cooked by a Jamaican over 60. And I would definitely listen to Catch A Fire by the Wailers one last time." "Anything else?" "Yeah, I probably would want to visit that eco resort we went to on Saba Island. That place was gorgeous."
"What about something you haven't done?" She said. "Hmmmm, let me see now, that's a hard one", I am telling her. (All the time there is a certain washed up actress that keeps popping in my head) "I would say visit the Goree Island." "Yeah, that's right, you always wanted to go to there." She kept looking at me as if there should be more. "No that's pretty much it. Marrying you made my life complete, dear. "
"Field", she said, ..."you are full of shit."
Before I check out tonight I want to comment on his O ness getting to pick one of the supremes. (This is sooner than I thought) O man, here is a little advise from the field: Please pick a woman, any woman. I don't care if it's Judge Judy. One out of nine just isn't going to cut it. There are more female lawyers in this country than men, so it shouldn't be too hard.
Whoever you pick, just get ready for a fight, because the wingnuts are already foaming at the mouth.