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Category Archives: South 2nd Street
Los Sures, Part 38: Halloween on South Second Street
Raphael was Batman again. He was always Batman. I wanted to be Batman, but I couldn’t be Batman if Raphael was Batman. So I was Casper the Friendly Ghost again, wearing the same stupid costume I had from last year. … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 37: Lay Off
Mami worked at the Day Care Center on South 4 and Keap Street. It was a small and skinny blue and white building near the corner. At the corner was a lot with a playground for the little little kids … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 36: Strong to the Finich Cause I Eats Me Spinach
I wanted to be like Popeye. Popeye was strong, smart, and funny, and he had a lot of fights he always won. And Popeye ate spinach. He ate it all the time out of cans that were always around. And … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 35: Our Gang
In second grade, Adolph and me and our other friend, Benito, who was deaf in one ear so he talked funny, decided to form a gang. At P.S. 84, we were always in the big schoolyard at lunch, not playing … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 34: Titi Taina Who Cut Our Hair
Titi Taina, who was my mother’s baby sister, came to visit us all the time. Papi and her didn’t get along, Papi said, because she used to drink all his Budweiser. One time, he said he filled a beer bottle … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 33: You Gotta Believe
Papi said he would take me and Fever to see the Mets. Fever was so excited he hit me extra hard when Mami wasn’t looking. I was really excited, too, so it didn’t hurt that much. Papi didn’t take us … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 32: Up on the Roof
That night Malo came to our room, where Fever and I had bunk beds. He stayed in the doorway and I could not see his face because it was in the dark. He told us with his accent to pray, … Continue reading