Stuck in a traffic jam, with all the car windows down, playing some of my favorites from Cuba - Buena Vista Social Club. The wonderful Omara Portuondo was blasting through...
The guy in the car next to me, smiled and said,
" Nice music, Buena Vista ?"
" Yep, you like ? "
" I love, this killing me softly..."
I wanted to reply - " be my guest " but unfortunately the traffic lights changed...
Men keep confirming what I have always known to be true.
