Karl Kofoed wrote me a note about music:
We were in the car driving home and listening to the radio.
On comes a top 40 Reggae song.
I say to Jan, "That's Bob Marley's son. Um. What's his name?"
Jan thinks for a minute and says. "Jacob?"
"Jacob? You think Charles Dickens wrote Reggae?"
Jan laughs. "Oh. Of course not."
I say in a Jamaican dialect, "Oh ya! Dees are de natty dreds I forged in life, mon!"
We laughed all the way home.
And oddly enough, I own a cd called "20 Evergreen Classics, Reggae Christmas Carols"