February 6 this year would have been Bob Marley’s 73rd birthday. As a teenager, I remember seeing him tooling around Kingston in his BMW, which he declared stood for “Bob Marley and the Wailers.”
How often do you celebrate at work? I don’t mean the annual service awards shindig, or the once in awhile pizza party. I mean the spontaneous, no-holds-barred heralding and honouring of good deeds and special occasions, no matter how large or small.