Monthly Archives: July 2011

Behold, in the background, the swanky accommodations wherein I practice my craft and make my dream come true, two freezing hours at a time. I always wanted to be a soccer play-by-play man,  ever since I was little. My first … Continue reading →

It was a new country, a new city, new relatives, new everything and I didn’t even speak the language. So to feel a little bit more at home, I asked my dad if he could buy something for me. I … Continue reading →

Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven. And every time it happens to rain pennies from heaven on my head, or just plain chunks of metal, I wonder what my grandma would say. Juana Esquivel was my grandma, … Continue reading →

Police officers in Chile wear green, OK? Keep that in mind. And also keep in mind I was five. “A Pinto bean was driving his car down the street when around an intersection comes a Lima bean. The lima bean … Continue reading →

I have my mom’s sense of humor, my dad’s optimism, and my brother’s socks. My parents divorced the same year Jeannie and I got engaged. So I spent half my time that year going over guest lists, and picking out … Continue reading →

Take my good luck in the first dates, multiply it times the distance in centimeters between Snoqualmie and Hollywood and you’ll get an idea of my magic touch with celebrity crushes. For the longest time, my celebrity crush was Chilean … Continue reading →

Clothes. That’s it. Name anything else that people tend to carry on their way to the driveway, and odds are it’s made me go ‘Oops!” at least once. Wallet. Keys. Glasses. Lunch. Wedding ring. Hearing aid. Socks. Tickets. Dentures. Just … Continue reading →

Addiction is a serious issue. Especially when you get addicted to weird crap like your mom’s soap operas. It was a pretty sad sight. I lived in Cashmere at the time and I commuted once a week to Seattle to … Continue reading →

This might get me in big trouble with my landlord. Johnny Cash is as close to a favorite musician as I have. And I say “as close” for two reasons: One, he was best known as a singer who played … Continue reading →

Cashmere’s my hometown these days. It’s also the town I spend the least amount of time in. Two days out of the seven. But it’s where the heart is. Which is funny, considering that at one point in my life, … Continue reading →