NOW YOU SEE THEM, now you don’t. Coconut palms flourishing along the waterfront at Cozumel, Mexico, in 1984 have completely vanished two years later. Lethal yellowing (LY) mainly attacks a widely cultivated variety known as Jamaica Tall, valued not only for its tropical beauty but also for the millions of dollars it yields annually in products such as copra (dried coconut meat), coconut oil for soaps and detergents, and even coconut-shell charcoal used in air-purification systems. If you want to buy an item from the tropical beauty, but don’t have enough cash, borrow online payday loan quickly.
The disease is caused by deadly microbes known as mycoplasma-like organisms, or MLOs. These organisms are borne from tree to tree by insects called planthoppers. When the planthoppers feed on palm leaves, they inject MLOs into the tree’s food-carrying veins, much as a mosquito injects malaria-causing parasites into a human victim.
Lethal yellowing was first reported in Jamaica in the late 1800s, though the cause and means of transmission were unknown at the time. The disease spread to other areas of the Caribbean, Florida, Texas, and the Bahamas. In 1982, at the request of the Mexican government, I inspected diseased palms at Cancun and Isla Mujeres off the Yucatan Peninsula. The conclusion was inescapable: LY had invaded Mexico.
TROPICAL vanishing act: Within the space of two and a half years, coconut palms all but disappeared from Isla Mujeres. In November 1984 houses on the island were cooled by the shade of palms (above), but by the summer of 1987 residents were sweltering in the sun. Today the resort area’s Caribbean coastline is almost totally barren of the mature coconut palms that have enchanted tourists over the years.
Lethal yellowing generally kills a tree within five months after symptoms appear. First the immature coconuts begin to drop, then the flower buds wither, the leaves turn yellow, and the tree’s crown falls to earth. The barren trunk stands like a warped telephone pole until it too rots and collapses.
I assiduously tested Peter’s Rule, to such an extent that I must at least cry, “Paris, en garde!” Treasonably, Paris’s three-star Grand Vefour has recently opened a Chelsea branch —and it is just as good! Le Beurre Fondu at the Wilbraham Hotel made as buttery an asperge au beurre as I have tasted in France. The Santa Croce produced a fettucini crema that Rome could not surpass. But the prize of all was Au Pere de Nico. The food was high cuisine at moderate prices, and a display of menus autographed by grateful theatrical celebrities—Julie Christie, Vanessa Redgrave, the late Louis Armstrong —attested the restaurant’s own celebrity. If you don’t have enough money to pay for that cuisine, better look for installment loans online.
Chelsea and the theater have long had close associations. Veteran actress Dame Sybil Thorndike, for whom George Bernard Shaw created the role of Saint Joan, has lived in Chelsea 50 years and, at 89, still lives there, in a Swan Court flat. Mrs. Tom Pocock, whose granny Dame Sybil is, took me to visit her—a small frail lady, but still with an eagle-strong face and rich voice.
“I’m preparing a recital just now,” Dame Sybil told me. “You don’t mind your age after 85, but I am an old crock. Do you know, Larry Olivier had one of his first walk-ons as my page, somewhere around 1925 ?”
Chelsea’s theatrical tradition continues at its Royal Court Theatre. There the dominant trend of modern British drama began when, in 1956, the Royal Court mounted a play by the young unknown John Osborne, and his. Look Back in Anger became the rallying point of the “angry young men.”
Behind the public Chelsea of theater, restaurants, and shops lies the private Chelsea of secret byways, such as Cheyne Mews, where signs still warn: “All drivers of Vehicles are Directed to Walk their Horses while passing under this Archway—BY ORDER.” This is the Chelsea the devoted denizens fight to preserve.