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.