Alcapurrias y Maví
If you come from Puerto Rico or have lived in Puerto Rico for any time at all, you’ll recognize those words. If you don’t, read on… It was early summer in 1965 and my coming to Puerto Rico had taken place some few months before. The summer recess was starting, and I needed to make some income. There weren’t too many places eager to hire an aspiring 19-year-old as a CEO-in-training so, the next best thing was to hire out as a door-to-door salesman. My first gig was selling magazines. Yeah, I know… but, hey… in a worst-case scenario I could always read my wares and be entertained. And… yes, there were frustrating times when I felt very defeated and did do this. Money was not flowing at the time; at least not into my pockets, and every lunch time became a search for the least expensive fare I could find. Along the side streets, away from the main avenues, there were many small businesses which were managed from the front door of someone’s house. Usually, these dealt with some ...