stories in my head, part three
Stone de Noche’s story When I was a kid, my playmate Edo Boy baptized every cop on the block in the small town of Quezon. There’s that old Batangueno Tata Kariong Supot whose service de sabog was never used the whole time the cop was in employment. Then there’s that Sergeant Saripang Duling who never...
stories in my head, part two
Ernie’s story Ernie de Villa has a moniker, Bahi. Bahi is a kind of wood descriptive of its solidity approximating marble. Even a coconut tree when it is 100 years old can turn into a bahi. We in Quezon call it Kamagong. The proud Mabolo tree is a good source of Kamagong. Furniture made from...
stories in my head, part one
One distant relation told me that you’re getting old if the obituaries are filled with your friends or names of the familiar. Once his preferred page was the Sports section of a broadsheet, where victories are bannered, now he peeps first at the Obit, where defeats are confirmed (the Christians invented the afterlife), and feign...
HO-HUM….!
In the 60′s, I always heard my late father litanized that life’s hard. It’s now my turn to say that refrain over and over again. We are faced with the same ogre that never dies. Our government is an entanglement of craft and contraption. Our nation is mired in eternal search for the ideal leader....