September 4, 1964: Our family arrives in the U.S.

It was 1964, or many years ago today, that my dad, mom, and the three kids landed in Miami and began our life in the US. We left Cuba in July, spent some time waiting for our papers in Jamaica, and then our trip to the US. And then we found our way to Wisconsin thanks to the generosity of a church.

My father and mother are now gone and my brother and sister have their own lives and families.

It just does not seem possible that it happened so long ago. We definitely learned about liberty and how a powerful and ruthless central government can crush the individual. I always make sure that everyone understands that.

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