Thursday, October 20, 2005

Our Waiter

I don't remember his name, but he's from Bolivia and he was so expressive and adorable. He left in the '70s and didn't go back for a visit until 2000. And get this: he didn't tell anyone in his family that he was going to visit. He just showed up one day, and all the nieces and nephews who knew they had an uncle in America stood there, gazing up at him like curious little penguins.