How the U.S. Drove Venezuelans North

[The Magistrate]

7. Thank You, Ma'am

Always like to see old posters.

I wish I remember more of it, but it was back years before Reagan. I remember the guy, but there's little point trying to describe him; it was some old Detroit iron he drove, there were some huge palm trees in a central square. It's an odd little patch. On the Carribean coasts down there, most of the folk are black, who speak something that sounds very like English but isn't quite.

Let me take the opportunity to say how much I appreciate your always interesting and frequently fascinating posts here. I seldom comment, but always read....