Thank you for those stories! That was a crazy time in NY.
I went in August 1982. Now that I think about it lots of crazy things happened. But I do remember walking back from the subway late at night, (the bookstudy was in one of the high rise housing buildings), us two girls and two Bethelite boys. There were groups of near-do-well looking kids we were walking past. One group started to follow us on one of those dark, deserted industrial streets. It was the most afraid I have ever been in my LIFE. They let us be, but I was praying like the dickens which I thought then, of course, big Jah had saved us.
Do you remember the Friday night dances? Some club in the city the Bethelites went to? And the basement disco?
Thanks again...great reading!!!