Friday, August 8th, 2008 was the date of my last junta. That was that last evening in South Texas that I sat in the company of good men to tell jokes, swap stories, enjoy ice-cold beer, and eat some of the finest food that God permits mortal man to prepare over mesquite coals. Mr. Ramos, the first gentleman standing on your right, had the foresight to bring a camera with him and made this photo possible. We volunteered Greg Perez to snap the photo. Mr. Ramos mailed the print to his daughter in Japan to give to me. It is much appreciated.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Mi Ultima Junta
Friday, August 8th, 2008 was the date of my last junta. That was that last evening in South Texas that I sat in the company of good men to tell jokes, swap stories, enjoy ice-cold beer, and eat some of the finest food that God permits mortal man to prepare over mesquite coals. Mr. Ramos, the first gentleman standing on your right, had the foresight to bring a camera with him and made this photo possible. We volunteered Greg Perez to snap the photo. Mr. Ramos mailed the print to his daughter in Japan to give to me. It is much appreciated.
