I've got a great story to relate to you guys. The years were 1967 and 1968. The place was Key West, FL and the dance hall was Mallory Square. For those of you who have been down there for the sunset, it's the red brick building with all of the Cuban memorabilia. Back in the day the hall was empty and that was where we had our teenage dances.

Well, we would have 300 to 400 locals and usually a few sailors would wonder in. As soon as one of the sailors would ask a local girl to dance, a fight would break out. We had a local cop who always worked these dances whose name was Luis Cuervo. None of us knew him by this name, his local nickname was Sweetwater. He was born in a town in Cuba named Agua Dulce which means Sweet water and so, his name.

He would come up on the stage and get everyone back in line including throwing out of the place anyone he had to. Then the evening would go on with no more problems. Everytime I go back there, I relive one of these evenings. It was an amazing time.

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Songman55
Joe Ayala

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