Thirty-three years later, she remembers the chill
KJ expected America to be cold like the hills of Santa Cruz late at night when the pan-men practiced their road march songs.
Clad in long, vibrant skirts, knee-length socks and long-sleeved tops, she felt the first gust of icy wind cut through her.
Oh, my god! Her mind screamed. Then she remembered god was back on the island.