Johnny got a new truckin’ job hauling carpet.
Calls me, & begins to tell me there’s good money to be made with this company.
Begins to convince me of this.
Johnny asks if Im interested in riding along.
I had just finished 1 year of technical training in electronics. I needed some rest & relaxation to clear my mind.
“Sure Johnny, I’ll go.”
“Ride the Greyhound up to Dallas & I’ll pick you up there at the downtown terminal.
I was relaxing at home one day(as usual) when Johnny arrived in the Huisache rig.
“Wanna go to New York with me?”, he asks.
“What? Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious.”
I was so excited to get rid of my boredom.
I went to ask our Mother if it’d be okay. “Will you be alright, Mom?”
“Go if you want”.
On the spur of the moment, I decided to go.
Johnny was taking a load of watermelons.
Along the way, we made a drop in Philadelphia, Pa.
We stopped in Bordentown, N.J. truck stop, before going on to Hunt’s Point in the Bronx.
One day, Don Lupe got rowdy(drunk) wanting to be a badass. He was goin’ bat crazy.
Don Lupe grabbed a knife & went to attackin’ his son Raúl.
Only thing was Raúl was a huge guy. He decked his dad & knocked him out cold. Holy Sh*t! We had never had so much excitement.
I went near to have a better look. “Is he dead?” “No, he’s knocked out.”
I began laughing. He got knocked the ‘F’ oWt.
Police came after a while.Poor ol’ Raúl had a cut on his hand, bleeding. Didn’t go well for his dad after he sobered up.
A younger son, named René had enough of that sh*t & ran away. Returned some time later.
This was in the early 60’s.
Albores Courts people wake up one morning to find the words: ‘F**k Edinburg’ written on the outside of a cement irrigation valve site.
All the “decent” upper crust of these working people were highly offended. 🤔
I went to see for myself. Lotta commotion goin’ on.(Anything for excitement)
Soon as I got there,(on the other side of housing project) people began interrogating me.”Did You do this?”
(WtF are you saying?”) “Heck no! I didn’t do it.”
“Do you know who did it?” “Nope”.
Eventually, after much investigating & finger pointing, Johnny’s name was mentioned.
Police were called.Hot Diggity Dog! We hadn’t had this much excitement @ Albores!
When the po po arrived, Dammitboy.
“That’s his brother.” “Do you know where he lives?” Lol
Everybody knew where everybody lived.
Very possible that the pol went to pay our apartment a visit.
When the pol got to our place.
I had run like a flash, greased lightning to warn Johnny.
“Johnny, the pol are lookin’ for you.” “What for?”
“People are saying you wrote something bad on the cement.”
Our Mother. OMGawsh!
She lost all her composure.
Johnny, brave soul that he was, says, “Let’s go see what this is about.” “Don’t leave me, Mario. Stick with me.”
Needless to say, Johnny got a good grillin’ & chewed out.”
“Did you do this? Why did you do it?”
The usual answer. “Nomas. I was bored.”
“You’re gonna remove ALL of it, you hear?” “Yes sir.”
So Johnny got some gasoline, paint remover, turpentine(all contributed by neighbors) & spent a good part of the day removing the graffiti.
“Help me,Mario.” “I’m not gonna help you, you did it.”
I might’ve helped some.
This blog goes way back to the inner recesses of my mind’s memory.
I’m really tryin’ to remember details.
From our beginning @ Albores Courts.
Our Mother, along with our relatives the Guzmán family moved into this government subsidized housing project from the time they were originally built, possibly the early ’50s.
Life during this time was basically carefree. Working class families doing their best to provide for their families.
We had quite a lot of characters at Albores.
Some examples are:
Don Lupe & his wife Emilia.
Don Lupe sold fruits & vegetables to make a living.In between his gigs, he’d get smashed drunk on beer. Emilia, like a good wife put up with him.
The kids, little rascals we were, would board his truck when we knew Don Lupe had fruit on it.
We enjoyed Rrriiipppin’ him off from plums, grapes, oranges,tangerines,apples,. peaches,pears, strawberries, etc.
Smart kids that we were, we’d stake lookouts.We’d wait til Don Lupe was DrUnK to his ass, before we snuck onto his truck.
Sometimes we’d do it the easy way & ask Doña Emilia for Don Lupe. She’s unknowingly tell us he was asleep. Sometimes we’d
ask her straight out, “is he drunk,again?”
She’s say yes, & we’d give the signal to the others.
Don Lupe would sometimes wake up after being told by Doña Emilia. Ha!
He’d go ballistic! Yellin’ like a madman, “Ey! huercos! Abajensé de esa Troca!”
Sometimes Don Lupe would threaten to shoot us with his .22 pistol. He did once, we ran like the wind.
“Yes, Don Lupe, as soon as we take all your fruit, we will”.