I’m a Cuban myself—my mother and her parents, four sisters, two cousins, four nieces, two nephews, are all first-generation Cuban. Family gatherings are loud, and I know my way around a train of dominoes. And what I’ve noticed about those who share my heritage is that I’ve never met a Cuban that did not claim to love this country better than any other, regardless of political affiliation.

Smoking just doesn't seem worth the trouble anymore, with many finally taking action against tobacco and receiving a great deal of praise for it.