Last night, Mom sent me a collection of photos taken by my uncle in 1967. The photos are of Mom, Dad and my grandparents at my grandparent’s place in San Juan, a neighbourhood smack in the dead center of Manila, where I lived from 1972 to 1975. A couple of the photos showed Grand-dad’s sweet rides, one of which was the Corvette pictured below.
I remember getting rides to school in the Corvette from my uncle, a racing enthusiast, who lead-footed the short distance between home and school in an exciting run down San Juan’s narrow streets. The car was sold after we moved to Canada; I hope it’s still alive and kicking somewhere.
How did I not know about the Joe Pesci Home Alone yule log stream until now?…
I’m enjoying exotic-to-me American cuisine (being Asian, I had a mashed-potato-deprived childhood) at Christmas dinner…
As the lyrics say, all is supposed to be merry and bright during the holidays,…
It’s not just another Sunday, but the Sunday leading up to Christmas! It’s that time…
Here’s wishing Alex Bruesewitz a speedy recovery — yes, he’s behind a racist lie that endangers…