I hate it.
Binker was us. We were Binker.
China may be home. But the South, well, it ain’t ever going to be too far away.
I walked into his office, and when he saw me, he looked up and laughed. “You found me!” he said. “Rowe, you’re better than I thought!”
What I got surprised me. It was a love story, warts and all.
We become human in the company of other human beings. Yeah, that’s something to strive for in 2018.
Savor the memories. Make new ones. Repeat.
The small details of life. They can mean so much.
I remembered what I missed, what I liked and what I loved. But more importantly, I remembered what I didn't do and should've done. I saw it as a lesson long overdue.
For Alan Vasquez Soto, those 11 words inked on his left forearm -- two lines from a 10-line poem written by Antonio Machado long ago -- represent Alan's life.