
I set the Blackberry for 415am, which is not so good. But you need to do that if you’re going to make the 5am shuttle to the airport.
These insurance conferences are hardly the Roman Orgy that some think they are.
Yesterday, it was a couple of speeches by our host, a breakout session for my product line, along with my major competitors, and a keynote speech by Ken Schmidt, a brand visionary. He played a major role in the revival of Harley-Davidson.
A couple of decades ago, Harley was on the ropes. The Japanese were outselling them in the US and worldwide.
After ” repositioning the brand “, Harley now outsells Honda 12 to 1 ( not a typo ) in high end bikes in the US, and by a similar margin in Japan. For products made in Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and Missouri, not China. The bloggers may say that you can’t make stuff in America anymore, but someone forgot to tell Harley-Davidson.
So, I went through security at Miami Airport at 545am. They scanned my stuff, I went through a machine that blew air to test for explosives, since that’s what you need to do. I thanked the TSA guy for doing his job, and I didn’t witness anyone being molested.
Before I went through security, I saw a very long line of sad looking people. Everyone’s luggage was wrapped in plastic, and boy they had a lot of it. I asked a middle age guy what the line was for, and he gave a one word answer – ” Cuba “. I said ” Good Luck “, and he nodded back, a complete conversation in one gesture.
There is a lot more traffic between the US and Cuba than many think. There are at least six flights a day from Miami and Havana, including ones run by United and American Airlines.
Back in the day, when my aunts and uncles used to return to and from visits to Ireland, it was a joyous occasion in the going and in the coming back, always.
The Cubans and Cuban Americans that I saw very early this morning were not joyous. Their families have been ripped apart for fifty years by an unwise embargo, and by a revolution that delivered poverty and repression when they promised something very different.
Their families are much poorer than my Irish relatives ever were. Visitors to Cuba – the real Cuba, not the tourist apartheid places in Havana and the beach resorts – are requested to bring toilet paper, aspirin, a thousand items that aren’t plentiful or that the the average person cannot afford.
That guy is back in Cuba now. God bless you, brother. You and yours deserve so much better.