In my hometown, death is just another relative. To understand that, you need to have been born here, where you can’t turn the other cheek without being introduced to yet another cousin, or someone whose aunt was such great friends with your aunt you’re practically blood cousins even though the only common genetic inheritance you …
My past has been quite present, lately. Mr. Mercado, founder of Basic Advertising, the man who used to throw me into various metaphorical bodies of water with a beatific smile and high hopes, passed away eight years ago. His family invited us to his death anniversary mass, followed by dinner, last Friday. It’s been many …