Like most Americans my age, my first reaction to Cuba’s commandante Fidel Castro involved curiosity and abject fear. He cut a dashing figure in his fatigues, the beard and cigar. He shone through on the front page of the newspaper. He beamed on black-and-white television.
I’m getting fed up with campaign advertising, and it’s only August. If only candidates could give us something new, an idea that might work. Instead we get cut-and-paste shopworn proposals we have heard again and again.
The work isn’t glamorous. There aren’t many romantic touches, or picturesque pastoral scenes. The building is utilitarian, gray, with no cute architectural frills, flashing neon or glass office towers.