When I married my Mexican wife, I suddenly became part Latino. I began using Spanish words I remembered from Spanish class in high school. I ate more Mexican food, especially tacos and quesadillas. I started to notice other Spanish-speaking people, whether on the streets, roofs, or kitchens. I went to a Mexican dentist, and I attended Fiesta Days. There is so much Spanish/Mexican influence in California that you can’t help but assimilate it into your being. Here are some of my poems, stories, and humor around my cultural shift.
Tango is gonna get you:
The Second Street Dancing Man
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Good to see you, Mark, over on SS.