Ricky, your ancestors are from Cuba, right? Says Ricky, “So I’m told.” But you were born in Florida? “I was a baby, how would I know? But that’s what I’m told.” And you’ve lived in Massachusetts and other states and also Mexico and now Florida again, and heaven knows what other places you may travel to. Are you an American, or what?” He shrugged his shoulders casually and smiled. ‘Je suis un chien du monde,” he said.