As I’ve written before, I used to work from home before all the cool kids started doing it, for a tech company based in Pompano Beach, FL. I used to fly down once a month to attend meetings, hang around and basically remind management that I was alive and doing good things for our clients, and in that time I ate out a lot at the local restaurants both in Pompano and the surrounding towns.
Some time later, I was chatting to one of the tech guys, a Cuban named Danny, and he asked me out for dinner, just the two of us because I was busy on some private skunkwork project and he wanted to get the details. The conversation went as follows:
“Kim, do you like Cuban food?”
“Danny, I don’t like Cuban food — I fucking love it.”
“Really?” (sounding surprised)
“Not just the food, either. I love everything Cuban: your food, your music — I don’t smoke, but if I did, I’d probably love your cigars as well. I love your booze, your way of life, the way you guys dance, and your women — oh my Gawd, your women! — and if I could be reborn to any nationality and culture in the world, it would be as a Cuban, here in South Florida.”
Pause.
“Of course, your system of government absolutely sucks.”
So he took me to a little Cuban restaurant I’d never even heard of, let alone seen. That night I fell in love with all things Cuban all over again, and Danny and I remained friends for years thereafter.
And my little skunkworks project turned into a system which later become an industry standard.
Anyway, here’s a little background Cuban music for you, and of course some local flavor:
¡Compasión!
