The Magicians

Aedres

The reel was frozen - hadn’t been used in a year. Attempting to let out or rewind the fine nylon line elicited fingernail on the blackboard sounds. If that wasn’t enough, a dozen or so curlicues of line sprouted from within the reel’s inner workings. The prospect of having to untangle them sealed its fate. I now considered the rod & reel history and destined for land fill. No worries, it was an inexpensive kid-type assembly bought for my grandkids so they could dangle a worm at lake’s edge, hoping  to hook a Sunny. But my friend Aedres really wanted to fish. Undeterred he started what I already considered a no-win salvage operation. To Aedres, the land fill destined apparatus was actually the best rod & reel …. it was the one he had, the only one around. I knew he faced more salient realities before this episode. What he proceeded to do next reminded me of one late Havana afternoon when a Cuban guy shared a secret as I gawked at his showroom worthy ‘56 Chevrolet. What was it?

my Cuban car guy friend and Chevy in Havana

Despite The Embargo on American exported parts imposed after the 1959 Cuban Revolution, my Cuban friend kept that Chevy looking like the classic it was and still on the road sixty years after rolling off General Motors’ assembly line. “So what’s your secret, how do you do it?”, I asked. With an impish smile and sparkle in his eye he said, “it’s magic ….. and we’re all magicians.”

Magicians never reveal secrets or tell you how their tricks are done, but there are exceptions. This was one - when I first approached this self-declared wizard doting on his classic, it was the wheel from somewhere bolted onto the steering shaft that I quickly took note of. Definitely not a Chevrolet issued option. Eclectic would be a good descriptor. Same could be said for the non-regulation hub caps. Could a potion of imagination, ingenuity, and skill to create after-market necessities be this Cuban car guy’s magic? Could be, but what about the tires? They appeared original, US made, and pristine. Since a stroll down to the local Sears or Goodyear to buy new tires was a non starter, how did my wizard friend pull that rabbit out of the hat? Turns out he didn’t have to go tire shopping, his son-in-law in Canada did. And there’s no Cuban embargo for our northern neighbor! After a little intra-family commerce you can connect the dots. The emerging picture reveals a glimpse into the various sleights of hand keeping a vintage US fleet, seemingly stuck in a 1950s time warp, still rumbling through Havana’s streets. 

Long before I first witnessed Cuban auto magic, similar magic was at work for me. In my case the magician was Ana. She performed her wizardry during twenty years working seamlessly by my side. Aside from her absolutely fabulous smile and fastidious work ethic, her specialty was fixing things. Ana hails from the Azores. There she understood one didn’t simply toss out the old and buy new when the current set up became disabled. You replaced a gasket or hose or found some other way to put a hobbled apparatus back into service. In short, you fixed it. 

Ana and her husband Julian. Julian is from Colombia. 

They met while at school in MA. They’re special people. 

Our country needs more like them.

Now back to the lake to check on Aedres’ against all odds effort to actually catch fish with that landfill destined rod. 

Aedres quickly assessed the reel needed surgery. That meant opening it up to reveal inner organs, effect a repair, then close the patient up. That’s what he did. Ignoring the grating sounds when unscrewing the reel halves, Aedres patiently and in orderly fashion disassembled a mélange of sand encrusted nuts, washers, and some other unidentifiable parts comprising the reel’s guts. As I remained mesmerized he cleaned and re-assembled the inner workings leaving no extra pieces. Impressive, to say the least. But what about the sprouting curlicues of line? For this ailment, he did resort to the scalpel … actually a pocket knife. Rather than untangle too many knots and tangles to be counted, with my assistance we excised the blockage to yield unencumbered line. Voilà, the rod and reel was ready, fish beware. 

After a field test, or rather a lake test, Aedres handed the rod to his son Hamoudie. Hamoudie could now cast, but he was intent on catching the bait sized fish swimming right by the shore. It didn’t take long before he did. Although a half dozen more similar catches were needed before he could fill a sardine can, Hamoudie was happy. So was Aedres.  It was magical.

Pictured, in size order - Me, Hamoudie, and his ‘sardine’.

photo credit: Aedres

Afterword:

In case you’re wondering, Aedres is from Syria. When Assad’s bombs made his neighborhood more dangerous than the uncertain journey to a safer place Aedres and his family would have to undertake, they fled to Turkey. As Kurds, Turkey was not a welcoming respite, but it wasn’t lethal. As you can surmise, during the journey there was often no supply chain for necessities. To manage, it took imagination, ingenuity, and skill, traits the Cuban car guy and Ana share. They are the essential amino acids of functioning in their respective worlds. 

I wish no hardship on anyone, but as our planet’s air, water, and landfills begin to cough up all that we have loaded into them for so long, we should take a page from and be inspired by the enterprise of my trio of magicians to repair, reuse, recycle, and re-purpose. No magic required.

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