Drowning Miss Daisy
The day that I am posting this blog is Daisy’s 7th birthday. It seemed appropriate to post it today. When I met her she was only 3. I talked to her mother’s cousin last night and he told me Daisy still calls me baba (father). This article is also about a trip to 1st island with some guys I knew.
I’ve had few zany adventures to write about since my return from Ailinglaplap last month. Life has settled down to the drudgery of day to day living on a tropical island. Last week though, I received a phone call from my friend Atma telling me that my friend Jabyokwe’s daughter Daisy had nearly drowned and was in the hospital on Ebeye. It was too late in the day for me to catch a plane down to Kwajalein so I would have to wait until the next day to visit her. As it so happened Atma and Jabyokwe’s sister Rosalina came up to visit me that day so we all flew down together. Read more »