Our country has memories. Memories attached to senses. Sight: kids jumping into the harbour during a full moon high tide. Smell: wafting night-blooming jasmine on a summer’s night. Touch: jumping off a boat and diving a few feet below the warm surface, hitting the hidden cooler water beneath as you …
Sadly, The Abaconian's Editor wasn't able to go out crawfishing on the start of the season. Luckily, there were a few flooded potholes around town he could go looking for whips in.
I keep feeling like there is something I am forgetting. Something important. Something that probably involves roses, and chocolates and hearts and happens mid-February. Cannot seem to put my finger on it. I am sure it will come to me.
Happy New Year Abaco. Never mind that this January 1 edition of The Abaconian actually was published prior to 2013, we can pretend. We seem to be good at that these days.
I love Christmas time. I know it’s easy to hold that opinion and not many people will argue against it. There is something about the season that has a certain charm. The oppressive heat of the summer is behind us. The threat of hurricanes has been removed. All we have now is the focus on our families and friends.
Pretty much any Abaconian worth their weight in wrecked-goods can repeat the government produced statistics back to you: third largest economy in The Bahamas, the fastest growing and the highest rate of return visitors. We’re a gem, a jewel of the archipelago and we have consistently outpaced and outshone our brothers and sisters from other parts of our country.
I recently attended a meeting the police held with the public. A lot of business owners were present and many were not very encouraged with the outlook of crime on our island. Many of them have witnessed the growth of Abaco, if you will call it growth, from a carefree environment to a city where many business owners have to be on edge when locking up evenings. It really was discouraging hearing the frustration, confusion and, in some cases, resignation that was being expressed. The room was full of people, myself included, who were not quite sure what to do. Abaconians have a fighting spirit, but it is hard to fight against something as intangible as “crime.” Crime only makes itself vulnerable to discovery when it is in the act, as it were.
Every four years the nations of the Earth get a chance to compete in the Summer Olympics. A chance to showcase the athletic talent they have cultivated and to rally behind them. It’s not always about the medals, though that hardware is the ultimate prize, instead it’s often about seeing your country represented on the world stage. There is a reason the opening ceremony and walk-in always proves so popular.
Crawfish season is here. I can already hear the sound of boat engines roaring to life as everyone stretches out their slings to test their elastic, look for holes in their mesh bags and retrace the steps they took when they laid their last trap. Crawfish season is for many Bahamians and Abaconians a more exciting holiday than any other. It’s Christmas in July, except that it’s in August.