End of a long day. 115f was the high today, calling for 120F tomorrow. Top off the jeep allowing the desert air to dry my hair.
Entering the backyard just as the sun was going down. Norteño musica blared through dusty speakers, a mixed aroma of citronella oil and Mesquite filled the air. In the subdued light, a banquet table was calling. I filled my Dixie paper plate with doubled up corn tortillas with caramelized carne asada topped Pico de gallo and a dollop of crema fresca. The galvanized wash bin was filled bobbing golden metal topped Corona Extra bottles looking stranded titanic passengers pleading for rescue. I gladly accommodated.
The sun beaten screen door screeching for oil swung open and slammed shut. There he was, Don Pancho, standing just over 5 feet. He wore a straw cowboy hat. His silver sideburns made perfect bookends to his warm toothy smile. Out of respect, I stood and went to greet our host. “Hola, Don Pancho! I said. “Hola Raymundo, bienvenidos! ” I shook his calloused hand, a hard working hand of over 70 years. I had seen him out work men half his age.
This is the Mexico I know.
Word Count: 201
Don Pancho was not a fictional character, he was a well respected man that I had the honor of working with during my 9 year tenure as a landscape irrigation specialist during this period, Yuma,AZ. Man he could make a mean BBQ chicken. May God Keep him always. Peace.
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