I’m glad January is almost over. It kind of sucked.
On a day like today, May 20, 1980, my family arrived in the United States.
In January, I blogged about how I was sure to find Cubans in Australia. This week, the Preston Leader, a local neighborhood paper, features as its cover story an article on Cubans in Victoria.
Theo asked me where I would love to live. I’ve visited a number of beautiful places. London stands out, New England is gorgeous, and, given a bazillion dollars, New York City would be hard to pass up. Ultimately, however, I always say, Miami. There are things about Miami that I don’t like. It’s expensive, congested, dirty, loud, and violent. The people are rude, superficial, have big egos and an even bigger sense of entitlement. Despite boasting…