Empty Shelves, a Bathing Duck, and Hungry Kids

From December 5, 2022

I was the first off the plane, which landed on time, and I was the first out of the terminal. The customs agent doesn’t even look at my forms, he simply said, “Bon jour, you know where to pay.” Yes, I knew where to pay the ten-dollar tourist tax. Shortly after getting home to Santa Chiara and passing out little gifts to kids who asked me to get them things—Wally wanted a watch, Naïve wanted a blank diary, Izzy a pretty T-shirt—Steph, Richard, and I headed up to Petionville and the Caribbean Market.