“How about Cuba?” My wife asked, “You up for some sultry Havana nights?”

Eagles calling, camels crying, and several dozen languages being spoken all around, it was more like the cantina scene of Star Wars

The Delta lady seemed very sympathetic. I believed she must also be part of the Tequila Sisterhood of Occasional Regrets.

He appeared out of nowhere, inexplicably, much like the Seventh-day Adventists do on my doorstep whenever I’m the least bit hung over.