Dear Folks, Late tonight I waded through the last of my tape recordings that I made during my adventure in Suriname. Because I was pretty much exhausted listening to the endless drums, singing and sounds of dancing, I was grateful when the last tape clicked off. It was the end to an endless story. But now I have to sigh. Frankly, I didn't want it all to end. In spirit I'm still there and want to stay there. But now that 33 years have passed, I'll have to keep those memories alive in my transcriptions of the tapes and what I remember that weren't recorded on tape. I feel that I did a pretty darned good job in meticulously transcribing just about everything I had recorded but now I have the job of putting everything in chronological order. From the first day that I had walked along the streets of Paramaribo (the capitol of Suriname) recording all the sounds of the different languages spoken in passing, to the glorious celebration of Freedom Day (emancipation of the slaves), and then on into the jungle up the Marowjine River. I have a long haul ahead of me to put it all in much abbreviated order, but I know that in the end, I'll be able to read it all over again and relive those glorious days. vee