I wonder all this controversy about his illness, operation, and/or death will create an Elvisesque cult...That'd kick ass... we'd have Fidel sightings in tobacco shops around the world.
Maybe one day after a long, hot, sweaty day I plop down a park bench and Fidel's playing dominoes. I'd point him out but no one would see him in the maze of old gray dudes rockin' guayberas and Fedoras.
What if he's here already? Chillin' in a cooling station talking about what went wrong in the post-Cold War world. And you know he's the one doing the talking. I bet Fidel even talks in his sleep. Maybe he wouldn't be in Manhattan or in New York but what about southern Jersey where the Cubans with sense live.
Puede ser...
