Hey, I'm back after a long dry spell where nothing to write about came to mind. Hope this keeps you entertained and hope I can write more after this. Many years ago my husband, Louis, and a co-worker were in Haiti on behalf of Reynolds Caribbean Steamship. Business tended to, they went to the airport for their flight home. It was not a large airport and there were a lot of people pushing and shoving and becoming rather rough when an airline employee motioned for my husband and his co-worker to go behind the desk and out to the tarmac through a door there. Louis had a big box of seashells he had bought for our children and he was trying not to drop them. They were walking out on the tarmac headed for the plane when they each felt something poke them in the back. Turning around they saw two uniformed Haitian soldiers pointing machine guns at them and telling them they couldn't get on the plane. Louis asked them why and they said that Baby Doc Duvalier, the dictator, and his fami...