First, I want to thank you all for your extraordinary participation and engagement this past week as I celebrate my 6th year in the land of Blogging. Today, I want to share some of my own memories of “Cuando Sali de Cuba.”The times that I remember the most from my childhood, come to me in the form of grainy super-8 film and fading snapshots. ...
Havana
When the Zombie Apocalypse Happens, Havana Will Be Ready
And now for something completely different.... I don't usually enjoy horror movies. Wait. Let me rephrase. I don't like horror movies. At all. In fact, I hate them. They're usually so... well, horrific. (But I did enjoy An American Werewolf in London back in the day, mostly because of the comedic elements, but I'll deny it if ...
On a clear day, you can see Havana
When I was born, my dad was 44 years old. I am the youngest of his six children. (Still today and forever, I am the baby of the family, but that's not important right now.) On February 13th, 1961, he celebrated the first of many birthdays in the U.S. He was 50 years old. My dad was an extremely quiet person. He was not, as I recall, ...
