I love doing new things and having new experiences. Some of them are fun and calm and fairly normal and others are wild and madcap and hysterical. I think back to things like going water skiing and our boat catching on fire and having to bail into the lake until the firemen showed up. Or hitchhiking across Europe because I ran out of money and I needed to get to Paris in 2 weeks to catch a plane. Or laying in the backseat of a car under blankets and driving to East Germany to spend a week before the wall came down.
This 4th of July we were invited to spend the evening with 8 undocumented families that were all related and their kids. They have all been in this country for 15, 16 and 17 years and they all work hard and they all speak Spanish and they put out a good spread. Gabe had to dust off his Spanish and he also had to eat a lot of carne asada, hamburgers, hotdogs and chicken. He drank his Modelo with Tapatio poured all over the opening of the can. He did good. And the kids ran around with a posse of kids and they caught fireflies and played hide and seek and danced in the rain.
And I thought back to how all of us somehow came from somewhere else to
live here and that if it wasn't us, it was our parents or our
grandparents or their grandparents and that in order to be a great
country we have to dust off our bbq's and buy a bunch of beer and meat and invite the neighbors over!