My grandfather straightened up. He angled his head, his ears a dish attuned to the cosmic background radiation. He shuffled the short deck of Ramons he has encountered in his life. None of them lived in Fontana Village. There were some Cubans living at Fontana Village, and they sometimes had first names like Adolfo and Raquel, but they were Jews like everybody else, Goldmans and Levys come to the promised land of South Florida along a different branch of the river of exile.
Moonglow by Michael Chabon; pg. 72.















