I’D hoped that bringing up the ungovernable appearance of house lizards might have elicited a response from a couple of herpetologists. Disappointingly none came; but many people shared their experiences and theories. There was much to learn from these personal stories, and they broadened my sense of community, so I want to share some titbits from a few.
The first time I heard the sound, I thought a bird had flown into the house, although none of my regular feathered folk chirped like that. I searched and searched, remembering how one time a little dove had come in and had been frantically trying to escape while I tried to guide it to the open window in the kitchen.
IT took six and a half months, but the book that had been mailed to me on September 15 last year finally arrived a week ago. My joy at the sight of the little package wrapped in brown paper was extreme, I confess. It was such a relief to know that it had not been stolen or carelessly lost along the way; that TTPost could still deliver; such a relief to know that there is hope for those who have lost faith that errant mail will never turn up.
SOMETIMES you have a memory that seems so improbable that you wonder if it was a dream.
I was looking at a slightly battered book that I had acquired at the Couva office of the Trinidad and Tobago Cricket Board when I had gone to see what records they had pertaining to our cricket history. President Azim Bassarath had graciously invited me to come see for myself as he knew there were files, but couldn’t say what they contained.
I’ve been restraining myself from writing about cricket although I have been following our regional matches closely. There seems to be a gradual shift in the approach that makes me hope that something different is seeping in to the culture which has plagued the game for so long.
The statement made me reach for a pen so I could jot it down.
“Opening the door doesn’t really change the nature of the room.”
I was listening via Zoom on February 8 to an online lecture given for the St Bride Library in the UK by a young Trinidadian, Agyei Archer, and 34 minutes in, I had remained riveted.
I’VE been repeatedly invoking my belief that the clues to adult behaviour lie along the childhood spectrum. When I recollect my past in these columns, the responses tell me that I am touching chords. Many have written and called to share how they too have been affected. I am always struck by two things: how common these experiences are; and how many people feel isolated, thinking that nobody would understand because nobody else has felt what they have.
The revelation that Joel Balcon had been charged with 70 criminal counts remains a scandalous indictment of this country. But where in the system is the blame to fall? In the Express of February 4, Anna Ramdass reported an interview with an unidentified attorney who said he had previously represented the man.