So Jimmy, when was the last time you saw Dave? The last time I saw Dave… Yeah, Dave Boyle. Dave Boyle… Yeah Jimmy, Dave Boyle. That was twenty-five years ago, going up this street, in the back of that car.
Jack has never seen this many people along the bank of the river. He didn’t even know there was this many people in Providence.
It’s freezing and everyone is bundled up in puffy jackets so squeezing between bodies to get to where they want to be is a challenge. There’s a string of ‘sorry’s’ and ‘pardon me’s’ that don’t seem to get them anywhere so finally Jack just gives up and apologizes to his mother in his head for how rude he’s being as he muscles his way through.
Pantrepant Farm :: Established in 1758, Pantrepant occupies hundreds of acres in the far west of Jamaica on soil untouched by chemicals. Pantrepant nestles on the banks of the roaring Martha Brae River in the heart of what is known as ‘Cockpit Country’, so called because of the sinkholes that dot the area’s limestone escarpments.
Life isn’t happily ever after… It’s work. The person you love is rarely worthy of how big your love is. Because no one is worthy of that and maybe no one deserves that burden of it, either. You’ll be let down. You’ll be disappointed and have your trust broken and have a lot of real sucky days. You lose more than you win. You hate the person you love as much as you love him. But you roll up your sleeves and work - at everything - because that’s what growing older is.