Past, Over: The Jewel

Upon review of these Past, Over columns one could surmise the author is a bit of a sex fiend.  Or at least was.  Not to assuage these thoughts in any way, this week's bit visits the old Jewel Theater.  What it wont tell you is that it is the place where I first met a guy that I actually would spend the night with, who would become my first boyfriend, and who, according to the Cuban government that expelled him during the Mariella boatlift, was insane.  Enjoy.