By Rob Eskridge
In 1983, I flew to Manila, capital of the Philippines, while returning from a Citibank planning session in Hong Kong. After transferring to a domestic flight and landing on the island of Cebu (right on the equator) I was met by my hostess Doña Maria Aboitiz, the grandmother of a college friend who knew that I had directed Camp Bloomfield at the Foundation for the Junior Blind.


