The last time I was in Belize, in 1991, I sat in a kayak as the rasta man in the power boat towing me back to land leaned over a fuel can with a long ash dangling at the end of his fat spliff.
I like President Obama, but for several hours two Sundays ago there wasn’t all that much difference between me and the Republican leadership in Congress in my feelings about our 44th President. 
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We will all be in Cuba next week.
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