Thursday, August 10, 2006
Sunday, August 06, 2006





I was in Miami last week, little Havana to be specific, calle ocho to be specific-er, sitting in front of Versailles to be specificer still. Cuban Ameicans were celerating the hospitalization and ceding of power of Fidel Castro. It was a somewhat sordid spectacle, cheering the sickness of an old man, but hey, many of these people have good reasons to hate the guy.