There is tranquility and peace in this image. An old man takes care of one of his only possessions.
Sunday night the town was 35 miles south of Ike’s landfall in northeast Cuba. I know the old man lives up on a hill. My wife is from here. Most of her family still calls this place home. Half the homes there were built of wood, notice that I speak in the past tense…Fortunately Yeni’s family lives in a house built of cement. They are all safe…so is the old man. But I can’t account for the condition of his boat.
