The Cuban artist is coming to my class today, so I dressed to the nines. The fellow who sells me coffee at the gas station every day dropped his beverage when he saw me. The students look confused. But at least it’s not raining, so my very pink outfit won’t be splattered with mud. My meal choices are severely limited by the attire because I’m prone to spilling and dropping but it’s such a rare thing that we have an exciting speaker. We haven’t had one since Jonathan Mayhew offered to come to speak to us, and that was years ago.