Dear Mr. Castro,
I know you have little tolerance for the big bad neighbor to the north that has for years antagonized your slender island jewel. So let me admit right up front that I am indeed one of those Americans who lolls around in the mud of our freedom—I surf the Internet; I criticize my president; I even buy socks and shampoo at Target now and again. But before you roll this letter up and cigar-spark it into oblivion, please, allow me to elaborate.
I may live in the land of the infernal imperial idiots, but one quarter of my blood is Cuban, thanks to my grandmother, Elena Maria Delgado, may she rest in peace. She lived nineteen years in Camaguey before her father sent her to New York to find a husband. Mi abuela started fires with her tongue, she lived for food and family, and she never passed up an opportunity to sing or offer advice. A Spanish-loyal Cuban, admittedly, but a Cuban no less. I know this fact alone is insufficient to incur your interest—after all, millions of Fidel-hating American hearts pump hot Cuban blood. Continue reading
My parents split when I was three years old and I was sent to live with my paternal grandparents. My father was around – he lived a couple blocks away as I was growing up – but I didn’t see him much. In essence, my grandfather, Samuel Linville Smith, was my father. I will ever be grateful for the courage mustered, at the age of 51 – the age I am right now – to take on the out-of-control bundle of energy and insecurity that I was at that age and to raise me to the point where I might actually achieve something in life.
He died in 1984 and I miss him every day. Happy Father’s Day, Granddaddy. This is for you.
THE BROADMAN HYMNAL
-for Samuel Linville Smith
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown. Continue reading
Election 2012. The most important election of the last four years. Maybe even the last twelve. Hell, maybe even the last 44. Before that and I’d have to rely entirely on hearsay. I mean, who can you really trust, right? It’ll certainly be the most important election of the next four years.
Our choice this year, barring some simply stellar dark horse candidate just about literally falling from the stars to fight dark money, boils down to a dyed in the wool 1%er who has yet to find a position he can stick to and…Mitt Romney. I bet you think I got that backwards, right? Insofar as any of President Obama’s policies have “worked” for anyone, they have a) demonstrated the seeming efficacy of Reagan-esque policy (unless you think this, too, is a house of cards just waiting for an ill, climate-disrupted wind to blow it down) and b) have worked exceedingly well for the inordinately wealthy who got that way by stacking the deck from which the house of cards is made. Continue reading