A LONG OVERDUE GOODBYE
REFLECTIONS HOW DO YOU SAY GOODBYE? How do you say goodbye to someone you have seen only once in more than sixty years? We suffer from a distancing malady that slowly -probably as an act of self-defense- dissipates old memories to make room for whatever life throws at us next. Survival requires it. The encroaching threats, the shocks, the small and not-so-small traumas… memory filters them, dulls them, hides them. Yes, we are human. A trite excuse, but true, nonetheless. We carry our mix of failures, successes, foibles, and -why not say it?- the downright foolish behavior we’re capable of when anger, resentment, or insecurity take control. But, I digress … as usual. In May of 1962, I left the island-nation where the entire kaleidoscope of the first fifteen years of my life had been colored and shaped. I never returned. At first, I couldn’t. The government that drove us out made sure of that. Later, I was welcomed back -along with my MC/Visa/AMEX, of course. But by t...