Mamey, how I love ya, how I love ya.

Portions of this post have appeared on Don Day in SMA previously. I don’t remember my exact age when I tasted my first banana but I remember I was already a few years old. I’m not sure if it was rationing, scarcity, price, or just that they hadn’t yet perfected how to transport bananas to … Continue reading Mamey, how I love ya, how I love ya.