We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Yesterday a friend emailed me his photo of sunset from a Dominican Republic resort. He called it Paradise, I don't know why. Cheap but excellent ceegars? Paradise for me is a cold, wet duck boat on a northern marsh, but there are times, I must confess, when the sub-tropics and tropics are appealing. For example, I do love Bermuda and the Everglades.
Mrs. BD is planning a winter trip to Islamorada, but I have sort-of lost my enthusiasm for fishing - I just like to know that the fish are there - and I will not sit on a beach for more than five minutes although I am happy to swim in salt water. Might be good bird-watching, though.
Good cigars, yes, but some of the best are "for export only" and If they can be had, quite pricey. On the other hand there is my friend Martine, who has access to some of the best Havanas at a special price. In Cuba, the living situation is so bleak that the Cigar workers conceal sufficient quantity over time to sell "out the back door".
The real treasure here, aside from the people-who have a lot more dulce Taíno in them than Henry Louis Gates could see or acknowledge in one of his skewed diatribes ("Black in Latin América")-the real treasure is the tomatoes-not perfectly
round nor red-not GMO, not pesticide coated-not cardboard beauties-one bite and one is hooked. Of course there is mango, papaya, plaintain, avocado-that in their off the tree freshness are unrecognizable as the unripe tough specimens we get in the states. Then of course the rum, the merengue, the bachata, salsa. The beaches, the "campo" the foot hills, the highest mountains in the Caribbean-oh, and those sunsets...
Islamorada in the winter time? I've been to Cheeca Lodge a couple of times over New Years and it can be cold. My rule is that, if you are looking for warm weather in the winter, you have to head as far south as Jamaica at least.