Mano a mano

A yellowed photograph of his father hung by a single nail on the wall in Vallejos Cantina, a restaurant on Flint Street in the old market section of town. It was a poster from another place, another era, and it showed his old man as he was at fourteen, handsome and beaming in his traje de luces, his...

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Published in:The Bilingual review 2012-01, Vol.31 (1), p.81-85
Main Author: McGuill, Robert
Format: Article
Language:English
Subjects:
Death
Death & dying
Dining Facilities
Fathers
Hair
Literature / Literatura
Males
Men
Municipalities
Physicians
Priests
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Summary:A yellowed photograph of his father hung by a single nail on the wall in Vallejos Cantina, a restaurant on Flint Street in the old market section of town. It was a poster from another place, another era, and it showed his old man as he was at fourteen, handsome and beaming in his traje de luces, his suit of lights. There were other pictures in Vallejos. But the picture of his father, Jose, was the only picture of a real man in the restaurant, and that was the way joey wanted to remember him. As a real man. Not as the person he would be when the doctors had finished with him. As a young man in Mexico, his father had won notoriety as an espontaneo. A boy who, hoping for a chance at immortality, had leapt into a bullring, and with a red sash hastily unwound from beneath his shirt, charged up to the bull and lured it away from the matador.
ISSN:0094-5366
2327-624X