The picture of the tallest man in (a recent) paper brought back memories of when I was a young girl.
My mom and I waited in line to shake his hand when he came through Cuba.
He was sitting in a car parked on a side street. He had very large hands but a very gentle handshake. He was in the back seat and the back door opened toward the front of the car. His feet were on the sidewalk.
Thanks for the memories.
Carol (Henry) Breslich