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Today marks the 50th anniversary of the U.S. banning all travel and trade with Cuba, signed into law by John F. Kennedy. Too bad, 'cause Cuba used to be awesome. In the '30s, '40s and '50s, if you hit it off with a girl, you'd hop on the next flight to Havana, gamble/drink/bone for 36 hours, then come back home.
That was back when Cuba was owned by the American mafia. They supported a guy named Batista, whom Castro overthrew in 1959. El Jefe then kicked out the mob and their casinos, which prompted the travel ban, 'cause JFK might've owed some favors.
Yeah yeah, it was bad that we supported a corrupt government responsible for hurting its own people. But the point is, this sucks for American dudes who can't visit the island paradise--unlike guys from every other country--even though it's only 90 miles from Florida. (Well, you can visit, but first you've gotta fly to Mexico and change your name, or something.) Here's five things we'd get to do if we were allowed to visit Cuba...