Another in the long line of delays...still here languishing in Ciudad Juarez, home of numerous gun battles between the forces of the dark side and ...the forces of the darker side. We are in the protective bubble of ignorance and God's mercy and care...Plus, we're too busy waiting for fone calls to get into too much trouble. Trini & I both saw a dentist today. Apart from the duct-work breaking through the ceiling and leaking wet stuff on us, we checked out fine. The root canal I thought I was in need of turned out to be nothing a little putting off until "manana" couldn't take care of and neither of us had any cavities. Last night we walked around a big old park. I think it's called Chamizal. They have a bunch of pools and cook-out areas replete with horse trails and little forests of some sort of oak trees and a lot of ash and pine. This is all right across the Rio Grande and El Paso, Texas is within view on the whole north side of the park. There is a skate park too and I obliged Eddie the Sk8ter punk his desire to shred some concrete as well as indulging his dad in a little jog along the parkway. (I'm the dad) Eddie is called Paquito at home, or "Quito" for short. When we're in Mexico we all revert to Spanish...but I try to keep the English flowing. After all, I am a fair hand at speaking English and, well, so are my kids. Eddie, who wants to be formerly know as Paquito, insists on speaking only English and no longer refers to me as papa or papi...just dad. So, I refer to him as the sk8ter punk which he seems to like alright. Also, lest you think I'm losing my red neck, I will always vote against bilingual education. There's nothing worse for immigrants in America (not to mention us natives) than to enculturate and never learn America's language and culture well. The inability to read and write well, as exemplified in the Chicano community in the states, should be proof enough. When immigrants enculturate it seems the most common result is a pooling of the worst of their original culture with the worst of ours. Mostly due, I believe, to the prevalence and promulgation of ignorance all under the guise and title of "preserving" their language and culture. I say, when in Rome...
Here's a nice little summer sky painting. This has great colors...not the kind of stuff found in you average paint-by-numbers kit. It's large and being offered on auction here.
