Not In Cuba Anymore

Living in Topeka feels like an episode of Cheers. Not that we hang out in bars and know someone named Frasier or anything like that, but because everywhere you go, you are bound to run into someone who knows you. I'm not saying that this is bad, or that this is good, it has its pros and cons, but that's the reality.

The thing is, I'm not used to it. I was born in Havana, and then moved to Miami when I was 11, so I'm used to big cities. Here in Topeka, when I step out of the house, people know me by name and perhaps what I had for breakfast that morning, and the things is, I barely know anyone. In fact, 85 percent of the people that greet me I have no idea who they are. Sorry, but if you are reading this, you may be one of them. But because my momma didn't raise no fool, I politely say hello and waive.

I'm sure that with time I'll get to know more people, and just maybe even what they had for breakfast, too.