In the calm after the 1958 Venezuelan revolution, my parents hosted cultural ambassador Nat King Cole’s visit to Caracas.
As I got older, I stopped thinking of exercise as training, until a near-death illness changed everything.
My mother never imagined that she’d be a part—time diplomat, mother of two bilingual kids, boss to a live-in maid, figuring out how to get through a revolution.
What makes the achievement even more remarkable is that Oscar is in his 50s. This is his second BA and his third career. And he thanks failure for making it all possible.
“They’re looking for PJ’s head honchos,” my father said. “Russ just had a mob in front of their house thinking his diplomatic plates were Venezuelan issue for the regime.”
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