Many years ago on the last day of our Jamaican honeymoon the hotelkeeper called a taxi to take us from Ocho Rios to the airport in Montego Bay for our flight home. When the driver picked us up he worried we hadn’t enough time for the 100 kilometer trip, and so as we left the hotel, he began to speed. Sure enough, we were soon pulled over by a policeman. “Please man, you got to let us go.”, our driver told him. “Time, she is against these two people.” The...