Pandora's Other Box

There are people and then there are people one meets along the way. Not all are good, not all are bad. Most are in between. Then there are those who come forward at a time of need. I have not written lately as much as I would like nor, perhaps, as little as you might want me to. Truth be told, work has kept me away from doing one of those activities which call to me and to which a good deal of my time could easily be devoted. In my last entry, I briefly mentioned my starting something akin to a “memory book” about those years of my (our) life spent in the pursuit of the modern Golden Fleece, in the form of a financial transaction. A question often asked is “Does it really exist?” The answer is “yes” but it proves to be as difficult to grasp as the original one. I still question if a completed account of this craziness will ever see the light of day. - Why? You ask… I guess you have the right to… There is the issue of privacy. Mine, my wife’s and that of some of the people...

Why is it so difficult sometimes to just sit and begin to clatter away at the computer keys? The stories at the beginning of this blog centered around the time and circumstances leading up to my departure from Cuba, at age 15. These were followed by short recounts of my life as it developed during the first few years in my new country and these, in turn, with memories of people, places and moments that have been a part of my life before, and since my coming to the US. The time around the trip to come to the US is worthy of a book in of itself and, in fact, 2 or 3 books have been published by “Pedro Pan” children. To me, writing about it was a way to pass the convalescing time after my cancer treatments and hip surgery, and also -perhaps the bigger reason- to leave something my children might someday read. Not necessarily because of its literary value, mind you… but because it was the story of someone who should have been a larger part of their adult lives but who, for reaso...