When pigs fly, could be my answer to that question. Sunday 15 November, I sat down to watch the Pacquiao Cotto fight, l phoned Dream Satellite and booked the big event well in advance. I asked “What time does the main event starts here in the Philippines?” “8am sir”, the tiny voice responded to my […]
I’m still not Him (Continued from Last week)
Five years, copious amounts of money, many trip into Mega Manila, and I receive my big yellow ACR card with my picture on it back in 2001. I’m a self satisfied man, the stars are in the heavens were aligned and all in the world is well. Hell no, the next year they change to […]
I’m Still Not Him, circa 2001
This is to prove that even I had trouble getting my ACR card. Last week I told you about how I had to prove I was me to the U.S. Government, the time before that in 2001, I had to prove to the Philippine Government that I’m not him. This time I go to Manila […]
Yes I’m Alive, I Think!
Why? (One could ask!) Would any human being desire a trip to Mega Manila? I’d sooner drive a Peterbilt 18 wheeler through New York City at 5pm rush hour, or accept a sharp stick in my eye, so I hired a driver! Four hours from my house in Dinalupihan Bataan to the Philippine Capital or […]
They’re Only Seven Once
Why is the seventh birthday so important? I’ll never fully understand the why of it, and I decided to be quite and go along with. It’s Mid September sitting at my kitchen, and those discussing the planned party are, 1 Great Grandmother, 2 Grandmothers, 1 Mother, 1 Grand Daughter (soon to be seven) Plus 1 Father, […]
The Water Tester
Knock, Knock, the gate I hear one day, as I had ripped out the doorbell the first week in my new house, after discovering school children liked it more than me. At the gate was a well dressed young man with a clipboard and a cardboard box. He explained that he was from the municipality […]