I know it like I know the back of my hand
the walk to and from - I would ask why not
drive across - it seemed much easier and right
no one wanted to walk across. except of course
for him and his too long legs. at times he would
leave us alone in the car to wait: we would cross
to the park and sit. we never asked what he did
across the border. he would come back empty
handed. we would pile back in and drive - he
would never use the same bridge in the same
week. he would never take the same car. years
later I discovered why he went across when
the peso devalued it broke his heart. he lost
so much.
