MAGO

It's the son of a Carthagenian general in a Caribbean hotel playing a 1971 rock album on the stereo and it fits nice and snuggly in my suitcase.

No, my Mago is what my dentist calls the splint I still wear every night to straighten that silly jaw of mine.

Ahh- but think what a hotel in the Caribbean would be like if I could pull it out whenever I wanted to sit back relax. Of course, with the rock music playing, it might not be so peaceful.