In the July 27, 1966 edition of the Caymanian Weekly, a precursor of the Cayman Compass, Bodden Town correspondent Haig Bodden wrote:
“The filling in of the holes on the Bodden Town road is a job to be commended. But it is unfortunate to see that the work has stopped at Crewe Road. That only proves what a former member of the Legislative Assembly opined years ago, that the island begins at West Bay and ends at Crewe Road.
“It is not incredible that the road repair equipment should have become allergic to any point beyond Crewe Rd., as from its earliest functioning it has been used only west of the Mason-Dixon Line.
“There are a few potholes along the road which will soon be insurmountable even by the heaviest type of earth-moving equipment. It is perhaps a good thing that the delicate and vulnerable asphalt machines and rollers are kept as far as possible from these fathomless pits.
“If all that has been said about potholes had been committed to print the world itself could not contain the books that would need to have been written. But it seems like only a very diminutive portion ever reaches the ears of the powers that be. The setting up of a pothole committee might not be a bad idea, providing that the members have not already built up an immunity to the bumps and growls emitted from fellow sufferers who have undergone a wave of shock treatment on the wheels of torture.
“Several years ago, the bituminous cup overflowed and spewed a little strip of tarmac from Crewe Rd. to the cemetery in Bodden Town. It is indeed a pity that the blacktop died out there, although a cemetery is sometimes a convenient place to die.
“No one has ever been able to answer satisfactorily why hundreds of drums of asphalt were left to disintegrate along the road from the Bodden Town cemetery up to the big pond at Meagre Bay. Using conservative estimates any schoolboy can calculate that the asphalt which has gone to waste in this manner could have paved the road for many miles. It is quite obvious that a blunder in high places was committed. However, this is one time that the evidence of somebody’s idiosyncrasies remains a monument for everyone that hath eyes to see.
“One of those days somebody’s phone is going to ring continuously with complaints from these forgotten districts. Of course, that too depends on whether the telephone lines will extend beyond Crewe Rd. Perhaps one had better wait and see.”