My Life in the Tropics

No family matters request my attention. No whole life insurance, no vacation package, no lawn to be mowed, no dinner cooked and served to a gathering of friends, cousins, aunts and uncles. No, instead we languish here in the tropics, on the Cuban Island of Youth (Isla de la Juventud). The cool breeze that occasionally blows in from the West is most appreciated today, as it nears eighty-nine degrees Fahrenheit.