Doubting Thomas Honan

With the midterm elections upon us -- and Democrat control of the House and Senate imperiled -- we thought it'd be a good idea to check in on our favorite 90 year-old registered Republican living in Florida. Rita weighs in on Cuban history, term limits, Trump, DeSantis, AND reproductive rights in this, um, lively episode. The very first episode of the ¡Ay, Jorge! podcast was recorded just days after the January 6, 2021 U.S. Capitol attack. During the show, Rita revealed that she had voted for Joe Biden. It was the first time she'd ever voted for a Democrat since coming to the U.S. in 1959. Does she regret her choice? Listen and find out. And speaking of choice: since this is a special episode, Rita has agreed to be presented with a Season 1 choice ... with a twist, of course! No, she won't be asked to choose someone to make a baby with, but she will be asked to choose between having anal sex (with either U.S. Transportation Secretary Pete Buttigieg or 'The Big Bang's Jim Parsons) OR watching one of two political power couples have sex from beginning to (awful, possibly hideous) end. We thought such a choice would be fitting given the fact that a whole bunch of us are going to be screwed one way or another on Tuesday, November 8 2022. Follow Us! http://www.instagram.com/cubancowboys http://www.facebook.com/cubancowboys Visit Us! http://www.cubancowboys.com Listen to The Cuban Cowboys (Jorge's band:)) https://open.spotify.com/artist/4CHd70lHwOLcpp3AWaPt8T

7 Nov 202235min

Rita had five Irish aunts. Her father’s sisters, like her father, Thomas Honan Jr., grew up under the watchful eye of the OG Irishman who’d stayed in Cuba after fighting alongside Teddy Roosevelt as a member of his vaunted Rough Riders. Four out of five of the Irish aunts made it out of Cuba. Until this episode, I knew three of them only by their nicknames - Cambucha, Lola and Pilín. Alicia - one of whose daughters became a nun, writer and Zen practitioner - was the only one that I knew of with a so-called normal name. Pilín called herself “mi abuela postiza” (my fake grandmother). Pilín was my favorite if for no other reason than she bought me my first baseball bat. Lola married an alcoholic whose claim to fame or infamy - outside of prodigious drinking - was playing high school baseball and basketball alongside Fidel Castro. Lola outlived her husband and all of her sisters. Emma was a dreamer-novelist who kept a rooster in her house published fantastical stories of love and loss. She stayed- and died in Cuba. And for reasons that we hope you discover during this episode, all of them have lived on in Rita’s and my memory for both good and weird reasons. Visit Us! https://www.cubancowboys.com/ Follow Us! https://open.spotify.com/artist/4CHd70lHwOLcpp3AWaPt8T https://www.instagram.com/cubancowboys/

31 Okt 202234min

My mother got off the plane from Cuba in 1959, landing at LaGuardia with her best friend and one small suitcase. That suitcase contained all she was allowed to take with her out of Cuba. Except for a pillbox hat - which happened to be in fashion those days (thanks to then soon-to-be-First Lady Jackie Kennedy). Back then, people got off planes right on to the tarmac, having to walk to the terminal without the shelter of a covered gangway. My mom’s hat flew off as soon as she set foot on the tarmac. She ran off after it, as it blew down toward the open runways. Her best friend from Cuba, Maggie Chapman, grabbed Rita’s arm - yelling “¡Degjalo que se vaya!” which means, loosely, “Let it go!” But my mom, as with many of her memories of her life in Cuba - just like the entirety of the Cuban exile community or diaspora - could not just let it go. She went after that hat like her life depended on it. And in many ways it did. Nobody told her she’d never go back to Cuba. I don’t know whatever happened to that hat, and, I think I even forgot to ask Rita about it during this podcast (listen and find out!), but I do know that I did my best to capture the bittersweet poignancy of her journey — as embodied by The Cuban Cowboys’ song, as well as her (mostly) lifelong friendship with one Maggie Chapman (Note: That's Maggie in the pic, on the left. Young Rita's on the right, and my grandmother, Irene Zon sits between them) Hey! Be sure to visit us online for more rock (music), talk (all podcast episodes) and chalk (writing) at https://www.cubancowboys.com/ Here's a link to the song "Nobody Told Her" on Spotify https://open.spotify.com/track/5krC4GWhM9idvVnIGRFOzx?si=b46a9576c83347e7 Or follow our Insta at https://www.instagram.com/cubancowboys/

1 Sep 202238min

Have you ever weedled your parents or one of your parents or grandparents in an attempt to get the real stories behind family lore? Well, if you’ve listened to any ¡Ay, Jorge! episodes, then you know that Jorge is exceptionally gifted in regards to getting his mother, Rita, to say and recall things that had never before come to light. This episode is ostensibly about Bebita and Marrero, my mother’s best, lifelong friend and her husband. As with many episodes, this one evolves or sprawls OR devolves in to discussions on Cuban history, Fidel’s revolution, Ernest Hemingway, exile life in Florida, and even one man’s engorged testicle. Enjoy!

17 Juli 202234min

Jorge's grandfather, Jose "Pepe" Navarro, aka El Dichoso, worked for 9 Cuban presidential administrations. He was all of 16 years in 1921, when a man who'd just been appointed as President Alfredo Zayas' Secretario de la Presidencia hired the teenager as a stenographer (ostensibly ... in actuality and initially, Navarrito was a go-between for politicians, bookies, casinos and loansharks). By 1933, after a near-revolution undid the Machado presidency, Pepe Navarro was appointed by the newly-suspiciously elected Ramón Grau to serve as El Secretario himself. Jorge's grandfather served in that capacity -- essentially a Presidential Cabinet Chief of Staff, for Cuba's next 7 presidents, from Grau all the way up to the early morning hours of January 1, 1959, when Fulgencio Batista fled the island by plane with no shame and suitcases stuffed with cash. 29 years as a key member of pre-Castro Cuba's crazed political cesspool is no mean feat. His longevity took a heady mix of guile, moxie and connections throughout Havana's sprawling, criminal underworld. Listen as Rita shares her memories of the man and his time in- and out of office. Oh, and apologies in advance for Jorge's profanity!

4 Maj 202237min

After receiving no less than 62 emails demanding a revisiting of Season 1's 'Baby-Making' segment, Rita's hard choices return with a vengeance! Your favorite 90 year-old Cuban mom* once again drops considerable knowledge on us via her take on Russia and China through the lens of Fidel's Cuban revolution. It's a Mother Rita Vs. Mother Russia battle royale as Jorge and Rita discuss Cuban history in the context of Russia's latest, ongoing foray into sovereignty-busting. What can we learn from Cuba's dalliance(s) with Russia and China? Who would Rita choose to make a baby with? Chinese President Xi Jinping or Russian strongman Vladimir Putin? What if there was a third way? ... a threesome for peace, so to speak? Listen and learn! *Unless you have your own, actual Cuban mom:)

10 Mars 202244min

I remember watching the Liberace show with my grandmother and great grandmother when I was a little kid. I loved his flamboyance while my grandmother always remarked on his piano playing. In a sort of exchange, I would translate for them in real-time (neither understood much English). My grandmother was something of a piano prodigy herself, and would make it a point to have me watch Liberace's hands and feet as he played. Such were my first music lessons; indirect, via the critical ears of a woman who hated the Cuban revolution if for no other reason than she could no longer play the piano whenever she wanted. It would be a few years before my mom was able to afford a piano for my grandmother. All bets were off the moment the used, upright piano was delivered and tuned. Listen to this episode and you'll know why. Irene Zón was born in Vigo, Spain and became a piano teacher in Cuba's Centro Gallego de la Habana before finding work as a seamstress in the United States. She was a force of nature, Chancleta Master who did not suffer fools (like my dad, her son-in-law) gladly or otherwise. The tension between her and my father was as palpable as her own marital history was as influential; in my childhood home as in her heart as in her impassioned piano playing. This is some of her story.

13 Jan 202237min