Recently we shipped a package of coffee to Quebec.
Normally such an otherwise unremarkable thing would not merit special mention but this was no ordinary shipment.
It originated because of, as Bullock reminds us, the the certainty of death and taxes, but ended with a live connection between two places separated by an ocean.
This year we were assisted in our taxes by a very nice man from Quebec. In our discussions he came to know our farm is in Jamaica and, lo and behold, we came to know he is related to two dear families who in turn have a friendship relationship with our farm.
He ordered immediately.
As the World is large, the World is small. We could not be happier that our coffee is spanning oceans, countries, generations and families.