I called him, his daughter said hold on...he's in the garden... ill get him....everything I thought I wanted to ask him evaporated..... he wanted to know where I was from.. I said ..South Lyon, Michigan........you probably never.....he stopped me ...said..ohh yea... little town just north of Ann Arbor...we played in Ann Arbor...I asked him how could he possibly know that.....he said when he was on tour, he loved to study the local maps..to really know the area he was visiting....he was a good Joe..;)
I may never have smoked a Cuban BUT about 17 years ago my brother let me put one he had in my mouth. My lips went numb!! Thank goodness my brother was too protective to actually let me take a smoke with him and his friends!
"Allow me to take your wrap. No? I see. You've only come to reclaim your misplaced glove, then you must go. But don't you see, I will be devastated if you don't join me for at least one glass of fine champagna," intones The Continental as this plays in the background.