Revolutionary lessons taught from south-of-the-border
“Congratulations on your revolution,” said our old, limping friend Don Salvador Gomez.
“Revolution?”
“You don’t know?” he asked arching his heavy white eyebrows. “Don’t you have a birthday coming up?”
“We’ve had our birthday. Two a year would kill us at our age.”
Don Salvador looked pained. “Your FOURTH OF JULY!” he said, almost spelling it out for us.
“Oh, of course. Why didn’t you say so.”