When I was in San Antonio a couple of weeks ago, I went to visit a high school buddy who had a stroke while getting a cerebral cavernoma operated on. He's a lifer Marine NCO, with 30+ years in the service. He's doing inpatient rehab at the VA annex in SA. He has severe ataxia, dysarthria, and double vision. He started his family late, so he has a 4 yo girl and a 5 yo boy. His wife is recovering from lymphoma and back surgery while caring for him and the kids. He expects his rehab will last about a year. His goal is to pass the Marine physical after rehab and retire at the maximum age.
Unsung heroes.
Artifacts
Fictional memories tarnished by too much handling.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Unsung Heroes
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Todos Aman a Caprichoso Caótico
El Caprichoso Caótico, desvelado y frustrado, se levantó de su bella y enorme cama imperial, y en la obscuridad de su palacio, fué a buscar a su malconsejero, el virrey Raspabarbas, y le pregunto: ¿son mentiras que no todos me aman, verdad? Raspabarbas le dijo: ¡tranquilo mi rey! Son noticias falsas las que dicen que no lo quieren. ¡Toditos lo quieren! ¡Las aves en el cielo, los peces en el mar, las bestias terrestres, hasta los pingüinos de Madagascar lo aman!
Al no estar convencido, con su smartphone, y usando los pequeños dedos de sus pequeñas manos, llamo al General Garrasflacas, el director de su desconsejo nacional de inseguridad y le pregunto: ¿son mentiras que no todos me aman, verdad? Garrasflacas le dijo: ¡tranquilo mi rey! Son noticias falsas las que dicen que no lo quieren. ¡Toditos lo quieren! ¡Las aves en el cielo, los peces en el mar, las bestias terrestres, hasta los pingüinos de Madagascar lo aman!
Todavía no quedaba satisfecho, y en la obscuridad, llamo a su directora de desinformación, la Señora Bocatuertas, y le pregunto: ¿son mentiras que no todos me aman, verdad? Bocatuertas le dijo: ¡tranquilo mi rey! Son noticias falsas las que dicen que no lo quieren. ¡Toditos lo quieren! ¡Las aves en el cielo, los peces en el mar, las bestias terrestres, hasta los pingüinos de Madagascar lo aman!
Caprichoso Caótico, furiosamente escribiendo en el Twitter con sus pequeños dedos reclamó: ¡son mentiras que no todos me aman! ¡Son noticias falsas las que dicen que no me quieren! ¡Toditos me quieren! ¡Las aves en el cielo, los peces en el mar, las bestias terrestres, hasta los pingüinos de Madagascar me aman!
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Nostalgia
Nostalgia: longing for things past that mostly occurred in your mind.
I was quietly out of control the last semester of my junior year and most of my senior year of high school.
My priorities were soccer, boats, buddies, stage crew and girlfriends (serially) in varying order. I did ok in school except for the first quarter of English ap when we worked on The Brothers Karamazov. First and only time I flunked. To this day I react strongly to the memory of that book.
My last quarter of school I was checked out busy with my priorities, and acquiring a taste for bad literature and movies, cheap beer and white Russians (explains my affinity for the Dude?) I owe Angus Rogers for my graduating from high school. He took over from me as stage crew manager for the school's production of Hamlet and finished our graduation project after I checked out. I had a bad habit of not finishing things, and I struggle with it to this day.
I've always wondered what kind of network the Rogers, Zettel, Mansfield, Villar, Fisher, Schimoler, Allen families and my family maintained, keeping tabs on us. Always a place to eat or crash, our families were my guardian angels. Especially because I never called home when I was late. Bad habit which I carried until my mid thirties, when my children became teenagers. A belated thanks to all.
Nostalgia: a longing for memories of things past tarnished by too much handling.
Friday, April 22, 2016
What Really Happened To John Henning Speke.
Friday, December 5, 2014
Family Lore: Gen. Nelson Miles
During the Indian Wars he was promoted to Major General. Though he was not directly involved, the 7th Cavalry, which was part of his command, committed the massacre at Wounded Knee. He was critical of the commander of the regiment and demoted him. After Nelson retired from the Army, he fought for compensation for the survivors of the massacre.
My family's encounter with Miles occurred during the Spanish American War. After the surrender of Spanish troops in Cuba, he personally commanded the troops that invaded Puerto Rico at Guanica. According to family lore, my great grandfather, Antonio Fillat Bastida, was a retired Spanish soldier, working as the superintendent of a sugar mill in Ponce, and was not well liked by his wife nor his workers. During the invasion, persons sympathetic to my great grandmother, Manuela Sandoval, warned her that Puerto Rican anti Spanish partisans known as "Los Tiznados" - "the Blackfaces", so called because they darkened their faces with charcoal, were going to attack Antonio before dawn. She let him know, and my great grandparents left after dark and sought and obtained refuge with Nelson's command. A year later, my grandmother was born, so, if lore is true, my existence is due to General Nelson Miles' protection of my great grandparents.
At age 77 Gen. Nelson Miles offered to come out of retirement and serve during World War I.
In 1925, my great grandfather ostensibly left for Spain to go to the funeral of a beloved uncle, and was never heard of again.