Looks like I finally have a reason to pull out those Ramon Allones Tubos cigars my assistant carried into the states during the Kennedy Administration. They should have lost by now any lingering unpleasant aroma due to the manner in which they were smuggled across the border; Apparently he took me quite seriously when I stated, “I don’t care if you have to stick them up your culo! Just get them to me, ¿Comprende?!”, as he should have.
If only dear Juan was alive today to hear my thanks.