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Mixed Tape: Latin Rock with FlavaA mixed tape..ehmm.....collection of some of the best Latin American and US Latino rock/pop/rap music. If I missed anyone, let me know :)
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A Commentary on my Grandmother’s Screen Door
That old door appealed to me because of what it stood for: family. Each time I visited, I heard the bottom of the door scrape on the wooden porch all day long as it opened and closed. No one knocked. If we were at the back of the house in the sunroom, our friends and relatives called out a joyful hello as they came down the hall. During the day, any of number of relatives could come in to visit with us. They stopped by on their way to church. They stopped by on their way to the store. They stopped by because they were "in the area" to see if my grandmother needed anything. Yonkers: My Story I grew up in a working class neighborhood of New York city, Yonkers to be exact. You have probably heard of Yonkers, and everything you have heard is probably true. The New York city mafia did live there at one point. Its home to large St. Patty Day parade. And it was rough around the edges. Okay, maybe not everything is true, but I didI met the actor from Yonkers Joe, who was also in Godfellas on my block, no joke. Yonkers is a place hard to describe in few words, but it was home. A part of me will always be at home there. Our classmates were Italian and Irish, the old school kind who ate dinners on Sunday with their extended families, like six course meals. Working hard was what life was all about. And hard work, well, that meant respect. Those lawyer and doctor types had their fancy degrees and Yonkers had its character. We were proud of being from working class families. My mother and father worked such long hours that we were raised by our grandparents. We lived in my grandparents house until we were five. At six years old, we moved to our parent's house. It is strange to me looking back, that we lived with my grandparents. My mother told me before she died that she regretted all the moments she missed. I never held a grudge because I knew she did it for my father, to help the business.
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I fondly remember the worn-out screen door at the house my mother shared with my grandmother in Oklahoma. Vulnerable to weather patterns that alternated between scorching Southwest sun and torrential rainstorms, the screen hung on its worn hinges, misshapen and rusty. The old wood frame, warped and in need of repair, hadn't seen a fresh coat of paint in—well, never! The only mechanism it had for opening and closing was an old spring so stretched out that it sagged and barely functioned. Sometimes, it needed to be nudged to close. It never had a latch; it stood unlocked, welcoming all who approached.
I grew up in a working class neighborhood of New York city, Yonkers to be exact. You have probably heard of Yonkers, and everything you have heard is probably true. The New York city mafia did live there at one point. Its home to large St. Patty Day parade. And it was rough around the edges. Okay, maybe not everything is true, but I didI met the actor from Yonkers Joe, who was also in Godfellas on my block, no joke. Yonkers is a place hard to describe in few words, but it was home. A part of me will always be at home there. Our classmates were Italian and Irish, the old school kind who ate dinners on Sunday with their extended families, like six course meals. Working hard was what life was all about. And hard work, well, that meant respect.