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The ride from Negril to Montego Bay

The ride from Negril to Montego Bay

Sunday Morning we were up bright and early and hopped on the little plane… to go to the big plane. Twelve minutes versus two hours… no point in arguing that.

Sunrise on the way to Montego Bay

Sunrise on the way to Montego Bay

Seventy five degrees in Columbus when we landed in the evening and a beautiful ride home to Hillside Farm. Thirty two degrees and snowing this morning, but you know what, I love it! I wouldn’t trade my farm for a sandy beach anywhere. Of course I don’t have to… I can enjoy the tropics and come home. Spring is here and the warm weather is not far away.

Heading to school to pick our daughter up from school. I’ll be Mr. Mom tonight with piano practice, homework and dinner. How good does it have to get?

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  1. John B
    March 13th, 2013 at 14:27 | #1

    I always considered my children gifts from God. In my mind there is no higher calling then being someones father. Welcome home Jorma and family!

    Thanks for sharing;

    John B

  2. gregg
    March 13th, 2013 at 15:50 | #2

    id say jack has played bigger bass,s than that little plane

  3. Tom in St. Louis
    March 13th, 2013 at 16:28 | #3

    Several years ago the Wife and I visited Jamaica for the second time. The resort offered us a free plane ride instead of going to Negril by road. Our earlier road trip had been pretty hairy, so we tried the plane.
    At the Montego Bay airport we followed the pilot and copilot out onto the tarmac. They headed towrd a nice looking turboprop that seated about 14, but walked right past it. Then we went past four other planes, each smaller than the last.
    We finally saw our plane…it was smaller than the one in the photo! Totally clapped out, painted white by someone using a roller. Seriously.
    The flight was uneventful, much better than the road, although the plane felt severely overloaded with four of us aboard. When the engine stuttered the pilot turned around and said “No worries, mon. If it stops we just land on the beach!”
    Ya gotta love Jamaica.

  4. March 13th, 2013 at 16:33 | #4

    As good as you want it to be obviously 🙂 Many blessings

  5. Barbara Jacobs
    March 13th, 2013 at 17:33 | #5

    The best island-to-island air travel in the Carib is “The Bomba Charger” sea-plane:
    fly out of St Thomas to the BVI’s.
    The pilot manually cranks the landing gear.

  6. Richard Cowles
    March 13th, 2013 at 17:51 | #6

    Just love checking in to the real forum,,blog…Wanted to point out that I noticed Christmas in july,instead of x-mas in july at fur.Whats up with that?Anyway spring is almost here so damper down 1 more time.

  7. Cyndy Consentino
    March 14th, 2013 at 11:26 | #7

    Dear Jorma,

    What are you making for dinner?


  8. March 14th, 2013 at 17:31 | #8

    Meatballs with organic beef…

  9. Barbara Jacobs
    March 14th, 2013 at 19:48 | #9

    Jorma: LOL!!!
    Tomorrow: Dixie Chicken.@Jorma

  10. Barbara Jacobs
    March 14th, 2013 at 19:56 | #10

    “and, in that Southern moonlight
    she sang the song so well;
    If you’ll be my Dixie Chicken,
    I’ll be your Tennessee lamb….”

  11. chuck newman
    March 14th, 2013 at 21:38 | #11

    Jorma I just ran across your interpretation of Blue Prelude. Absolutely marvelous. I put your version right there with Patricia Barber.

  12. Cyndy Consentino
    March 14th, 2013 at 23:24 | #12

    Dear Jorma,
    I bet those meatballs were yummy!
    I hope you and Izze had a fabulous evening:)

    Be Well,

  13. carlo pagliano
    March 15th, 2013 at 08:29 | #13

    Me ma used eggs for binding.
    Steady As She Goes a Little Faster
    Long long live love but long long live Jorma!

  14. March 15th, 2013 at 14:46 | #14

    @Cyndy Consentino
    must be a Jewish thing.. my Grandmother bless hear heart (she’s 96) always asks me what I’m having for dinner when we talk

  15. cyndy consentino
    March 16th, 2013 at 21:18 | #15

    @doug mlyn
    WEll, Doug, I am not Jewish, but us italians, also are always interested in what’s for dinner!!!