On mornings after especially heavy winds or rain, the roads are heaped with all kinds of vegetable matter that has fallen from the palm trees. Branches. Broom-like stalks with brushes at one end. And breastplates of righteousness.
Here’s Jerry wearing one of them. I told him to look fierce and that grimace is the best he could do. Maybe it’s because he really doesn’t want to be doing this. But he says it isn’t as embarrassing as wearing plaid tights.