The beginning of ....

The problem with starting a book is that one never knows where to begin. It occurred to me after another panel of "specialists" in their respective fields - that, perhaps I should write a little. Most of the issues covered, I could have explained with fewer words, just a red face with little stutter here and there.

As I exited, walking past Bobst, it became clear. A starting point.
Thank god - I'm just holding way too much in. Perhaps in some way I might help another.

It started the day JFK, Jr. went missing in the Atlantic Ocean. I admit it, I lusted after him like every other gay man and straight woman. He was a dream...one that never materialized other then a nod and smile as I took his order.

The date was Friday, July 17th, 1999. As I boarded my plane to Nassau, there was mention that his flight was missing. As I rushed through the airport - to get downtown to pick up my connecting ticket- I had only one thought...I'm going to miss my flight to Havana. I did. The pains of out running Big Brother.

I arrived at an overpriced hotel late. The agency, if you could call it that, was typically what on would expect. Over-sized women, strange smells and looks of, "Sorry I can't help you" Lorraine has stepped out for lunch." I was one of many waiting for Lorraine. She returned way past the time of my departure. Disgruntled with my fellow patrons, we left defeated, agreeable to "first flight out" in the morning.

I went to bed, slept poorly and in my own misery, forgot about my friend, John, John.

Six in the morning I bolted for my a Aero Caribe flight, and landed in Havana at an early hour.
to my surprise, my buddy, Ove, from Norway was waiting for me with a nice cup of Cuban coffee. Little did I know that within a few hours my life was about to change.

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