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Hi Dad. Yes it’s been a while. I’m good Dad. The family is doing well, too. Yeah, I know. There are good days and bad days. But like you’ve always told me, I try to focus on the good days … Continue reading →

I needed a wheelbarrow the other day. Had to mix a bunch of bags of concrete for a small slab I wanted to pour out in the old Mancamp area by the canal out back. Unless you do a lot … Continue reading →

I didn’t get to make the call. The one I so longed to make and the one Dad so longed to receive. Dad and I never discussed it, the call. It was something understood between Cuban father and son. And … Continue reading →

I thought about you last night as I tried to peel a hard boiled egg. I never peel them right. They always end up missing chunks, looking more like jagged rocks than eggs. Mom, how did you do it? Yours … Continue reading →

“I’m so happy you’re finally here,” She’d say through a smile. “I’ve been waiting for you to take me home.” “Mami,” I’d whisper in her ear as I hugged and kissed her hello. “You’re in the hospital, Mom. I can’t … Continue reading →

I had my first inspection at a project in Medley yesterday. If you’ve ever had to go to the heart of the City of Medley, you’ll know why I was dreading it. It’s a small, blue collar industrial enclave just … Continue reading →

I took a nasty spill the other night and hurt my shoulder. I wasn’t in severe pain, but was in enough discomfort that I thought it best to see the doctor. “Pulled or strained deltoid,’ he said. “Nothing serious. Restrict … Continue reading →

Last year was our first Thanksgiving without Dad, yet his presence was not only felt, but manifested as shown in the photo below. A light shining brightly over Mom. This year, our first thanksgiving without Mom, as we gather once … Continue reading →

I lost it yesterday in the soda aisle at the local supermarket. The Mrs. had sent me to pick up a couple things and I decided to get a pack of water and there they were, packed in sixes, 7 oz. … Continue reading →

My grandfather had so many brothers and sisters that still, to this day, at the age of fifty, I can’t name them all. There were sixteen siblings in total and consisted of everything from engineers to pintores de brocha fina – artists. … Continue reading →