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Monthly Archives: October 2010
Los Sures, Part 26: The Belt
My first fight with Malo was over TV. We had a small black and white TV that sat in the middle of our entertainment center. In the summer, I watched Sesame Street in the morning, then Electric Company, then waited … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 25: Enter the Cousin
That was also the summer our cousin Malo, from Mami’s side, came to stay with us. He was from PR and had a wife and baby girl back there. He was in New York to find a job, then he … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 24: Monsters!
We were poor, but we did have a bar. Where we got it from I don’t know. It was one of those pieces of furniture that was just always there. It stood about four feet high and came with two … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 23: Papi’s Handshake of Steel
For a little while, our father used to shake our hands every day before he left. Since Papi didn’t live with us, he would come by in the afternoon. He would do the numbers, with his pens and carbon paper … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 22: Artists
My best friend Adolph and I liked to draw. When it was art time in first grade, we would draw scenes of stick people running away from monsters being forced into mountain caves and crowding into each other so much … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 21: My Cousin Bobo
I had a lot of cousins, and sometimes it was fun to have them over, although they ate all of our food and drank all of our Yoo-Hoo. But sometimes it was not fun, not at all. Like my cousin … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 20: My Friend Adolph Who Was Dirty and Grouchy Like Oscar the Grouch and Kind of Like Groucho Marx, Too
I met my first best friend Adolph in kindergarten at P.S. 84. He was playing all alone, hanging the hand puppets by the neck with the cords from the Venetian blinds. These were hand puppets of a mom and dad … Continue reading