Tuesday, May 10, 2011

¿Que Chansa Tengo?

As a lamb to the slaughter, he followed the women into the room. A plain countertop claimed one corner of the small space. Arranged neatly on the surface were a coffee maker, microwave oven, a short stack of foam cups and plates, salt, pepper and napkins. The ladies crowded around the tall table in the center of the room and began to build ice cream sundaes.

Taking turns, they each struggled with the ice cream scoop. The tubs of vanilla were frozen too hard and so he stepped closer from behind them to lend a hand. He had the required muscle to dig into the tub without grimacing too much. He wished to appear strong. In short order, he had their clear plastic cups topped past the rims. To his own detriment, he was especially generous with his.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Old Betsy


It would have been more prudent to have purchased the toy rifle when he first asked for it years ago. Today I am paying for it with 2011 dollars.

On this year's visit to "Shrine of Texas Liberty" the boy was especially inquisitive. His interest in the weapons employed by both sides at the Battle of the Alamo tested my ability to supply satisfactory answers.

From prior vists to the souvernier shop, the boy knew exactly where the toy "Old Betsy" rifles were racked. I did not hesitate a bit when his eyes moved from the orange-tipped toys to me and back again.

Monday, May 2, 2011