I don’t know what to say, but the names of some of the people and places and things. But really, the names of the people…

“–the way in which stories posses the power they do, by which they
actually change how people think, feel and behave, and hence change
the way the world actually is–”
(N.T. Wright, but really anybody who’s thought with even half a wit about stories and us humans and what it all is ought to have the same thing in heart)

…some of the people who were part of this story. Were? That’s tough. Really tough. Jorge. Magdalena and the other Magdalena and Catarina and her little brother, sharp as a tack, Angelina and the other Angelina, Mateo, Isabela who has a name-twin in town, “Alcalde” and Alfredo, one goofy and happy and the other goofy and sharp as a tack too, Sara and Amalia and Chepita and Pablito and Mingita and Mrs. Rosa and Jefe Roni and el Mosquito Paquito, Wuicho who’s so great at math and just a great little kid and walks and talks and is as though he were in his 50’s, and Diego who really is still a child somehow, and the one dirtbike that actually worked well. And more that I don’t even have pictures for, la pocaluz that became la resplandora through hell, the Paloma, the Tortugita, Meme, Don Chepe, El Mero-Mero chingonaso viejito Don Otto, la Negra y la trapeadora Ines. La Coyotilla (arrooOOOOooooo). The Pokis and Fiona and Shrek and Claudini and Luchis. Tripa el caballeron (also known by his buds as vejillo). Danery. La Capsinita and su esposito y el Capsinito. El Camion. Wuicho the mechanic and his pop Don Enrique and Venado the crazy, the pastorcitos and the shrink and the giant cranky guy and the half-dozen canchas in town, each it’s own place. Eatin’ some ceviche and having a cold beer up with the shusha. The Shush and his crazy daughters. Tamales. Tortillas. The Cuban doctors who I hardly understood, the annoying old one and chill less-old one. All the suegros and suegras and chabashitas and chabashitos. The market. And so much more, many more. Many many more. And also more hell than I’d ever thought could be on earth, too.

Isn’t that what a chapter of life’s supposed to be anyways? Well actually I can’t think that’s the whole, but it’s gotta be a piece. Right?