I more than once saw home-made satellite TV unscramblers being sold on the street in Havana.

Visiting these famous localities, and a great many others, I hope that I do not compromise my American patriotism by acknowledging that I was often conscious of a fervent hereditary attachment to the native soil of our forefathers, and felt it to be our own Old Home.

Tarzan’s dead but Jane’s still swinging. Bananaphiles enjoy a wild look at old age.

While I was pregnant, I wore my fat pants most of the time.