Yell. Yell from the hilltops. It would be just about as useful.
My brother and brother-in-law are missing at sea. Boat capsized. That doesn’t even seem like a real modern concept. Something out of history.
Thousands of miles away, I can’t do a fucking thing. Not that there’s anything I could do if I were there either, I know.
Stunned, I suppose. Need to do something to help, but there’s nothing I can do. Need for the world to stop doing what it’s doing and sit up and pay attention.
Details: Trinidad Guardian; Trinidad Express; neither can spell Karl’s name right, of course.
Filed under: Personal
Ian, I don’t know what to say. My thoughts are with you. Please keep everyone updated.
My best wishes for a happy outcome.
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