Last weekend's spectacular jazz and blues festival in Montego Bay threw together all sorts from the wannabees to the groupies to the upwardly mobile and the cheaters in between. But patrons in one section of the crowd were literally blown away by the ganja-smoking contingent from south Florida. This raucous group of mainly women thought nothing of lighting up their spliff and inhaling just where they sat. When people began complaining, they had a hearty laugh and kept right on puffing. Then having had her fill, one woman announced that she was going backstage to meet the minister of tourism. Maybe she wanted to volunteer to advertise the best that Jamaica has to offer.

Seems the man who sits in the high chair will be around for many years. So all those who were anxiously waiting to beat the celebratory drums had better hold on to their sticks. Yes, it was thought that having attained his three scores and ten he would have been given the usual polite send-off. Oh no, there is a plan afoot to extend his stay. Listen for it.

The wife has been stunned by the fact that her loving husband left all to his daughter by a previous marriage. She thought that their 20 solid years together counted for something. When the will was read she had to fight hard to keep her composure, although she exploded shortly thereafter. Like crumbs from the table she has been allowed to continue living in her luxurious home, but it is not hers, not anymore.