Miami Airport was as big and difficult to traverse for two octogenarians as Dulles. But after the long hike to baggage to retrieve luggage we were delighted to see a man holding up a sign for “Vista Cruise Line.” He was to take us to the Ritz Hotel in Coconut Grove to rest up to check in to our cruise the next day.
We entered his black Cadillac van and soon learned he was a proud Cuban-American who had escaped with his parents as a child from Cuba during the revolution and settled in Miami. He was a fervent Trump man and warned us about the evil of communism, which he said was slowly surrounding the free world.
He had started a transit business and put his own two children through college, “One is studying to be a doctor now and the other is a physician’s aide,” he said proudly, “and I am living the American dream.”
