A Deaf suburbanite living outside of Milwaukee, a father who takes pride in almost everything he does, trying to be the most popular among us all. He constructed the biggest ever backyard treehouse for his Deaf children. Now the Deaf children already grown, studying at Gallaudet, leaving an "empty nest." A cold snap hits the area, the Deaf father decided to fill the abandoned treehouse with wild seeds for those birds who haven't yet migrated south, thereafter became known as the "Deaf Birdman"
It's only an hour flight, Cuban visa can be bought during check-in at the airline counter before departure, just don't forget your passport. I exchanged dollars into their convertible (CUC) pesos upon arrival. I stayed at an hostel next to the baseball stadium. I focused on videotaping their culture alone rather than being somewhat biased traveling group with their hectic schedule. One day took a Soviet era Lada taxi to outskirts of Havana to visit a Deaf school. They asked me what we Deaf Americans do with our obsolete TTY as we are using VP nowadays, hopefully some organizations will donate those equipment. I felt like was blasted into the past, surrounded by all those vintage automobiles.