In 1971, I lived in Corpus Christi. My husband and I were affiliated with the local Jaycees, which is how I met a German who claimed to have been Batista's commissioner of agriculture. His wife was a Cuban national who spoke little English. So...I went to a party at his home. The mayor was there, and several local businessmen. He wanted to open a wurst cafe in the shopping center where his wife owned a bookstore. He wanted me to run it, but he didn't want to pay me a salary; instead he offered me a small percentage of the profits...in my opinion not nearly enough to justify quitting my bank job. And he announced that I was going to do that to a room full of people at that party. Problem was, I had never accepted his offer. I was embarrassed and angry. I also think he was lying through his teeth about coming over on a raft with nothing...this guy was not hurting for money...but he still wanted to build his new business on me.