there I was coming back again. running back across that **** freeway and the busy roads of East L.A. past the small bakery and the questionable corner shop, the rainbow guadalupe and baseball park, down dozier, past the barking dog through the fence. there i sat in front of the housing complex on the road. waiting for him to come out. he can’t avoid me know through the receiver and the 2000+ miles. Silence as he stands there watching me, watch the street and the moon. Of course, the tears come and I really have no pin point reason why. But he holds me in the road for as long as he can and his grandmother comes wheeling out all concerned that I am out in the road all alone in this neighborhood. I wish I could speak Spanish, just to lessen her worries and let her know how much she means to me. if only she knew and if only he knew too.