1 — Personal Recollections (feel free to skip)
I confess — I read the obituary page of the Baltimore Sun. Octogenarian Louis E. Queral died on February 24. As a kid, I knew Louis was an M.D. from his framed diplomas when I visited his son, Luis. His son enrolled in my grade school in 1959 as a seventh grader, shortly after his family had emigrated from Cuba. Apparently Luis’ family was on good terms with Fidel Castro, despite leaving Cuba. When Castro came to the United States — I recall to speak at the United Nations in 1960 — Luis’ family was there to greet him and Luis came back with a photo of him with a beaming Fidel. At that time the great debate was whether Castro was a Communist. While my grade school classmates were generally apolitical, we had a few big mouths who, finding that Luis defended Castro, would berate him during recess, yelling that Castro was a Communist and that anyone defending him must be a Communist, too. Luis got his revenge a few years later, when all the girls in the neighborhood decided Luis was hot — think a young Ricky Ricardo (Desi Arnaz).