Laying our heads back on the pillows, we had a quick flight from "Ma-ya-ma" to the eastern-most tip of The Island of Liberty. After being greeted by nurses in black fishnet stockings, musicians and our adoring fans, we learned that this is where The Real Revolucion really started: the usual and ever-present suspects: Jose Martin, Che, Fidel, Raul...following in the wake of the Monitor, Merrimack and singular hoof and multi footprints of Teddy Roosevelt's "Rough Walkers" (turns out he was the only one with a horse. Inadvertently, the other horses were left behind in Florida).
FYI: The red-white-and-blue blight on the otherwise primitive and verdant landscape is our hotel.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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