I honestly don’t know what the comments will be like. How CAN they by “JOOOOOO!!!”-y this time? And yet…
Now that Americans are being allowed to visit Cuba too, prepare to have your family gatherings (further) ruined by human toothaches raving about the country’s “warm, wonderful people.”
(Pro tip: Always put in “You mean the ones who haven’t managed to escape?” and ask your kin if they’d be satisfied driving a 60-year-old car, no matter how “colorful” and “quaint”…)
Well, unless your last name is Kardashian.
Watching Cuba revert to its prerevolutionary state—a “cheap holiday in other people’s misery” for moneyed (and often felonious) Yankees and other foreigners—has, ironically, provided me with a few cut-rate satisfactions, too…
I had to cut a few things for space: as an example of Canadian we-were-here-first smug, I wanted to squeeze in, “We’ll see your Ry Cooder and raise you Jane Bunnett,” for instance.
And yes, I’ll bet you can get prints from Rick McGinnis, all of them “quaint little car” free! Check it out:
