Month: November 2014

Adios, Oroville


For the past seven years, I’ve been driving up to the Sierra foothills every other month or so to spend a weekend with my cousin who lives like a hermit in a hillside adobe abode with a panoramic view of the northern San Joaquin Valley.  He’s moving at the end of this month, so I spent my final sunset up there this weekend.

Farewell, old friend….

That’s Jota, Like Hota, Like Jose


Me Llamo Jota

                             —What’s in a name?

Some spicy Spanish dance, castanets and singing

    A bowl of beany soup, add sauerkraut and swine


Not the gayest of the gays in a Tijuana boy bar

    Just a jack in the hand of a Cuban full house


Just one time around, some say, only once

    Let’s oil up and lube the Lamborghini