I always travel with a little scribble book where I make notes to myself (books or CDs to get; observations; a reminder to me or to a friend, etc) and browsing through it recently I found the following reference to an incident that had completely left my memory.
I had been sitting in the lounge at Miami airport en route to Guyana one afternoon, simply passing time. Across from me was a family of adults, sounding like Trinis. The group included an older couple sitting together quietly, and from the interchanges directed at them, including the body language, they appeared to be the grandparents of the clan. I come from a large, exuberant family, so I’m watching the interplay going on in this one; there are recognitions for me in there. One can see the deference displayed towards the
