by Larry EderPat Butcher is one of the best journalists in our sport. His writing style is easy to read, however, beware, as Mr. Butcher packs several layers of meaning into each of his columns. Such is the case with Cuba, Si? Well, Maybe…being a journal of his recent travels into the land of Ernest Hemingway, 1950’s US cars, and a Terry Fox Run….
Cuba, Si? Well, Maybe…by Pat Butcher
Well, that was an experience. And I can thoroughly recommend it to
anyone, but maybe not as long as a month, what with power cuts and water
shortages, and dirty, noisy streets, and an intrusive police presence.
No, pilgrims, I wasn’t in New Orleans, or even New York City; I was in
Havana.
The
only local athletics event that took place, apart from my daily runs
along the Malecón (apologies to Sir Andrew Doyle, for not providing
pictorial proof), was the Terry Fox Run For Hope. Apparently, the
numbers out on the streets, across Cuba two Sundays ago, were second
only to those in Canada.
Link to rest of story: http://www.globerunner.org/index.php/03/cuba-si-wellmaybe/
