So you're thinking of heading off to Cuba ever since President Obama and Raul Castro jointly announced an easing of more than five decades of travel restrictions. Well, it's an interesting place--I just returned from there.
At any time throughout the day, you can turn this way or that, and there it is again, the sea, now blue, then green. You can dine at a table on a deck just a foot or two above the sand with the lapping water only a few feet beyond.
President Barack Obama just spoke on the telephone with the leader of Cuba to finalize the two countries' new relations -- an event that hadn't happened in over half a century. The Cold War is now almost completely a matter of interest only to historians, to put things into context.
Sometimes I'm bumbling through airport security with three daughters, diapers and pacifiers flying in all directions; sometimes I'm flying luxuriously solo, rocking my wireless office. Both of these types of Dad-travel require different levels of preparedness and equipment.
Without stronger laws to protect people, the door is left wide open for the tobacco industry to take advantage. Cigarette manufacturers have bought companies that make e-cigarettes, cigars and smokeless tobacco products to grow their empire, increase profits and maintain power over our youth.
I just returned from Montreal where, thanks to the Jewish Book Council and to the Montreal Public Library, I spoke to a group of around 70 or 80 members, whose many intelligent questions kept the evening lively and the auditorium buzzing.
When I heard rumors about Jay-Z and Beyonce heading to Cuba, I was feeling pretty confident about my trendy choice to go that way. But then I bagged Cuba, and booked a flight to Vienna, Austria, home of the Lipizzaner stallions and Wienerschnitzel.
I know a lot about my father. Not because he lay next to me and told me stories before I went to bed, or took long walks with me and imparted wisdom and told me how much he loved me. He didn't do those things.