Who Dey

While I’m holed up here in the third world, the wife and kids are enjoying Halloween. I begged Mallory before they left to hook me up with some fine American candy. Word is she came through beautifully. And I’m told instead of “trick-or-treat” at the neighbor’s doors, she was saying, “who dey, who dey, who dey think gonna beat them Bengals!”


(Uncle Mark and Mallory celebrating the 6-2 Bengals)

A Graduation

The boy graduated a few weeks ago from Sunny Day pre-school in a gallo costume. The show started late, and there were enough chair for maybe half of the attendees. Most parents brought relatives. It was a packed house. We anticipated all of this, and so arrived early. It could have a been a high school or college graduation to see all the overdressed Guatemaltecos streaming into the school. Side note: waist-down women’s fashion here consists of impossibly tight slacks (usually red) or jeans with v-shaped pointed heels. (When I say pointed, I mean you could kick a hole in concrete with these things.)

Cristian did great. He had this rocking (lurching?) hip-swing going on to what sounded like latino blue-grass (if that’s even possible). I was so proud. My boy in a chicken suit, getting his first diploma in his home country.


(Between los elefantes)


(Bubba with diploma)