The good old days when former Cuban nationals, who grew up under the yoke of Communism, came to America, "where all the streets are paved with gold, and any man can be president," and adapted to capitalism in short order around the Orange Bowl.
At the last game, as my youngest son and I were leaving, I noticed an adjustable wrench in the street; it fell off a truck. I stopped, picked it up, and went back to where I saw one of those Orange Bowl Only parking signs on a telephone pole. He climbed up on the front of the car and unbolted it as a group of Cubans who were BBQing in a yard nearby cheered him on. He has it hanging in his garage in Punta Gorda.