In Memory of Mr. Gilbert

I remember chanting the gem in school that taught every Jamaican child just how the Atlantic hurricane season was supposed to play out:

June, too soon.

July, stand by.

August, we must.

September, remember.

October, all over.

We chanted in sing-song fashion as seasons came and went. It all seemed like great fun until… Well… I will tell you about that in just a minute.

Today, as I continue to view all disturbances in the Atlantic Ocean with suspicion, it is as good a time as any to take a trip down memory lane. Continue reading

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