I was scrawny baskethooper who dreamed of playing shooting-guard for the local team. Another high schooler though had taken my spot and I disliked him for it. He was a hot-dogger, he was cocky and he had not paid his dues.
Then there was the scandal. He had a severe lapse in judgment and his life was brought down several pegs. He played on and grew up.
At one point, like me, he became a father and all evidence tells me he was a good man. I had no dislike in my heart anymore. I never knew him but I mourn anyone that goes too soon. Even worse knowing that one of his prides and joys won
Podcast: Revisionist History – Is your own life story true?
The Fall Season is upon Hugo and with the onset of Thanksgiving soon approaching he thinks on what he thought of the holiday then and what he thinks of it now. Thanks to a quick exchange with his son, Hugo thinks about the new histories kids are learning and how they contrast with his idyllic knowledge when he first came of the United State from Mexico.
Today On the Show:
Louis CK – Indians, White People and God’s Earth
Daniele Bolelli’s History on Fire: http://historyonfirepodcast.com/episodes
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De Escalation – Tensions are high but they could be diffused more often if we had a better outlook.
Hugo was an angry young man in Los Angeles during the late 90s and 2000s. Luckily his anger didn’t land him in serious hot water. Now at 40 plus years he has rethought his approach to dealing with situations where tempers are flaring and how that could impact the lives of his kin. Your thoughts and comments are always appreciated.
Today on the Show:
Boyz n the Hood clip: https://youtu.be/W1fv8bPOwGk
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Blunder Years
I reserve a true display of IRE towards my children to the times that, by their actions or words, leap way beyond my boundaries. Today
A Brown Boy’s Wish
The North Star reflected off the eye of the brown little boy who beheld it that evening.
A salty tear had well up and now trailed down his cheek that still smarted from the earlier slap that was now starting to turn his skin red even in the dark of his room. His back stung from the belt lashes too but those were familiar and less agonizing. He stood there at the window wishing to the star at the north for a different reality but unlike the movies the twinkling never materialized into a fairy godmother to grant him his wish.
Girl with the Pickup Truck
One evening a pretty blonde girl sat on the tailgate of her dad
Regrets I’ve had a Few – Podcast
Regrets I
Please Police
The first real chuckle I ever gave someone happened on the bus ride from Malabar Elementary School in East L.A. to the very far away land of Arcadia. It was the fourth grade and the pretty brunette girl who had not given me the time day sat catty-corner from me. We
One Song Over 20 Years
I was already smitten but I wasn
A walk a near mile in the Cold
And so I told them this morning…From near a top North Eastman Avenue to Belvedere Junior High down below is a mile long walk that I made each and every day no matter how cold the morning or how East LA hot the afternoon. I never ever once complained and I never made my parents late.
PS: The Administrative Team here at Casa Torres also serving as council to the mentioned patriarch cannot confirm the voracity of the claims the aforementioned is making. Mr. Torres has been hereby warned about his over seasoning of facts as it pertains to lecturing his offspring on cold mornings. We (the Administrative Team) apologize to any and all who may have been miffed by Mr. Torres