Thank you. Thank you.

” I’m still here…” thanks to you. In spite of my medical ailments.

And a few other things. Not really important. The most important being

still standing on my two legs. And walking! I can still walk for a full

hour…! I’m talking as if I were an old man. I’m not. I walk up this

steeped street four times. Lift my 40 pound dumbbells 40 times a day.

God asks me if it is ok for him to run a hurricane along Cuba…to which

I say: carry on!. The canary is jealous of my singing. I write the best

lines in English since…an hour ago. Women run at me. When the poor

homeless man runs at them. It’s embarrassing. And sad.

Seriously. Life, you have been good to me. And I’m thankful.

Sincerely.

EO