When i started Dos Cubanos, I knew this wonderful old gentleman, respected and loved by his progeny, would be the hero of my story. used to see him most mornings as I walked through the old waterfront stacked high with lobster traps and brightly colored styrofoam balls. Sometimes I’d see him walking to the lobster yard; sometimes he’d already be there with a steaming cup of coffee or a cold beer in his weathered hand. Although he was fit and healthy, the younger fisherman seemed to not expect heavy work from him anymore, and he hovered around the periphery doing small jobs until he work was done and it was time for the men to enjoy a game of dominoes.