So a Mexicano had lots of stories for two hours. Lots of cars were stopping to check if our house was in trouble. But nothing happened except more talking. He is very engaging and funny, too.
The story started out with his mother waving goodbye to him. She had put him on the bus at ten years old and when he turned eighteen, he managed to see her. He was a bad boy, always fighting, doing drugs and running from the cops. Well, actually, the cops never could find fast motorcycles.
He joined the Marines, had an uncle who on December 9, 1968 was boarding the same plane off to Vietnam, married and divorced a Filipino from Olongapo and has since turned his life around to the better. He used to work as a cop here and is seeing a beautiful woman who won gold medals in the Olympic and Panamerica. Her sports event was synchronized swimming.
He has a bald head, sported a devil’s beard and wore blue jeans, a gray shirt with the state logo and company name spelled out on the `left` chest side and a brush silver-colored spectacles. He lives near the San Jose airport. And everyday goes walking for 12 miles in around Campbell, CA to the Lexington Reservoir to see more beautiful women.
He prefers to live alone because he doesn’t like women telling him what he can and cannot do. He has two children, whom he taught well. He didn’t want his children to grow up like he did. The daughter is a cop here. The son is a teacher. He has a 19 month grandson, whom he takes care of from 11 in the morning to 5 at night.
His story continued on about ironing his crispy shirt, every six inches, just like what he learned while on duty as a Marine. He was shoulder to shoulder with Nixon at one time and served elsewhere. And there were more stories but he had to leave at around 11:50am when we received a courtesy phone call from the doctor’s office calling about an appointment next week.
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