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11 Recalling the Fourteen Hour Drive from Kingston to Lucea, 1953 At least fourteen pit stops or maybe more for engine fires to be extinguished, to pee in the bush, then to Old Harbour for Arawak bammy and crisp fry fish. We leave come sun up, taking the two-lane highway, risking our necks over Junction Road. Chant psalms aloud, as we careen down and around Mount Diablo’s hairpin bends. Then more stops to throw up and seal off chests with newspaper. One hundred and ten miles past cane fields, citrus groves, banana walks, tall palms this island was then home to. You lifted up your eyes to them, you small child pressed in the back seat between big people. ...

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