One of my coworkers dropped into the conversation. "I've been to Cuba too."
"Oh, it was back in 1983, 1984 I guess."
"What was the political climate like back then?"
"Well, Reagan blah blah blah" (snipped for brevity)
"So, why did you go to Cuba?"
"Well, my family was on vacation in St. Croix, and we were headed back to New York on New Year's Eve, and the plane we were on was hijacked."