Dear Editor,

A few months ago, a friend of mine returned home for a holiday after an absence of many years. On his last visit, Regent Street buildings, Sookraj and Kissoon were being devoured by fire. In his own words then, he watched the flames as he retreated down Camp Street vowing never to return. However, as fate would have it he came back and our sunshine and rum removed the arthritis aches his adopted country could not.

One day he remarked that he could no longer read the dailies, and when I asked why he replied that they carried too many tragic events. I explained that we were not oblivious to them but it had become a way of life for us……