I participate with a group of men who do a rotating dinner-card game every
two weeks. Our club also has a mini bar that travels from host to host.
Most of the guys are older retired guys. It was my turn to host last
night. One of the guys–he’s around 70–came wearing a red shirt with a Che
logo. I asked him what was up with the shirt. He said–”Oh, I am hoping
Che gets some company soon.”
We then had Cuba Libras–and we didn’t toast per cent’anni! (for one hundred