When I was in San Cristobal de las Casas with my grandparents (see yesterday’s story), a little boy in a mariachi get up asked if I would pay him for a song.
He must have been 8 years old. He wore bottle-bottom glasses and carried a ukulele that practically hid him.
He sat next to me on a bench and performed La Bamba.
I had to turn my head so no one could see what a sap I am, getting teary over the sweetness of that little boy in the ridiculous hat.
When he left, Nana tsked, “He played in one key and sang in another.”
Grampa waxed taken-aback, “You think that’s easy?”
Stories O' Mine 
February 10, 2009 at 9:40 pm
i’ve been meaning to send you a photo of the latest home for his painting we have. can’t figure out posting it here. he is very popular in my familia . . .
February 24, 2009 at 10:56 pm
That’s a funny one!
The website I made to show and sell his prints is http://www.albertlanderos.com/