I visited Haiti once, in the early ’90s, not for a travel story but an article about the South Florida organization Food for the Poor. As the local contact led us through Cite Soleil, the worst slum in Port-au-Prince, various locals attached themselves to us, including a teenage boy who spoke with me in French. Before leaving, he wrote his name and address on a small scrap of paper and asked me, when I got home, to send him a French-English dictionary.
I no longer remember the quarterback’s name, or the team he played for, but after he completed a long pass Keith Jackson said: “You give that young man time he’ll go home with your hat.”
