One Freddie Kissoon wrote recently in his daily ranting and ravings, and I quote:

“Some places hold dear memories for most of its citizens. A special place in my heart was the Government Analyst Department in Kingston within kissing distance from the derelict Luckhoo Swimming Pool. I go quite often to that part of the seawall. I always park my car in the driveway of the Government Analyst Department since no one would be working at the hours I go to jog.

?It was at this place I met my wife thirty years ago. She worked there as a chemical engineer. I would pick her up every afternoon and we would perambulate the rocky pathways of the Georgetown seawall. Then we would stop and eat “chunkay provision” with boiled egg that my mom would send for my future wife. We would then listen to the music of Neil Diamond.”

Mr. Kissoon must be getting senile from all his misinterpretations of Sigmund Freud.

While Mrs. Kissoon is an innocent party to the above, I do not recall her being a qualified Chemical Engineer. She may have worked at the Government Analyst Department, but was she a Chemical Engineer? Where did she study and what was her qualifying degree?

Secondly, he wrote: “I would pick her up every afternoon”. I do not recall Kissoon having a car or even access to a car in 1978, so how did he pick her up. He drew references to his current parking on the driveway of the Analyst Department as to imply that he had a car in 1978 to pick up his wife. Kissoon, you cannot fool everyone with your concocted writings!

Kissoon used to always “brag” about his poor childhood in the D’Urban backlands, as if society owed him something. Now that he is living it up near the CARICOM building, he has forgotten that aspect of his sad life and is deliriously thinking that he is some prince charming.

Get back to reality, my good man. LFS Burnham said that “those who forget the past are destined to return to it”. I guess that with all your Freudian thinking, you did not know that Linden was a German name.

Next you might want to live out your fantasy of being Field Marshall Rommel - the Desert Fox.
R. KHAN