2/27/97
Wreck & Salvation
After countless hours on the web and phone calls to Air Mexicana in Mexico City, the tickets were bought & reservations made. Eight hours to flight time, I invited my nephew to go out for a farewell beer – checked my documents one last time – no passport.
Looked everywhere, crescendo of panic, disbelieve, anger. Overturned furniture, upended drawers – nothing.
Call to Glenn – we aren’t going. How about Mexico City for two weeks. Now there’s a good idea. Forget it, the whole deal is down the crapper.
1:30am. An angel of mercy (copy shop manager) and a miraculous discovery, another call, we’re on our way to Cuba. Fucking heart-attack & rebirth.
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