I would be lying if I said I remember exactly when I met Marty for the first time. But, I remember very well things that I have done with Marty and things he has said that I will cherish.
If Marty lived in the Caribbean, he might be called a reverse Oreo: white on the outside and black inside. Marty is cool and is a dude. Marty loves ceegars.
If Marty could grow locks he would be a real dread.
If Marty could grow locks he would be a real dread.
Marty is chili peppers; fresh, hot, green or red; growing in the kitchen or simmering in a pot.
Marty is eating Chesapeake Bay crabs on the deck: hammer, newspaper, Old Bay seasoning, beer, jokes...more crabs.
Marty is faith and religion and easiness with God. A loving spirit and an open heart.
Marty is beer and getting used to Jamaican rum, neat, with ice: "Phew! You guys like strong stuff."
Marty is Kensington, Maryland. Think: I lived in Kensington, London. I now live near Kensington Oval, Barbados--the shrine of West Indies cricket. Are we brothers or cousins or linked by blood that flowed before?
Marty looks nothing like me and looks just like himself.
Marty is 60 and does not look a day over 30. I guess that makes him timeless, May his spirit live on forever.
In a season of blessings how appropriate that his 60th birthday will fall on April, 13, Easter Monday.
Marty is 60 and does not look a day over 30. I guess that makes him timeless, May his spirit live on forever.
In a season of blessings how appropriate that his 60th birthday will fall on April, 13, Easter Monday.
1 comment:
Dennis...You are waaaay too cool and I love you dearly. You make the words flow like melted butter. You and Barbados are one. Yes, I would love some of that rum
U R da 1...
Marty
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