He plays tennis, drives with New York City acumen, and walks almost everywhere.
I'm not sure what the genetic cocktail is, but my father makes me less afraid to grow old.
A few days later, he took out a small piece of paper where he etched three of his previous addresses on.
We continued to some of his old schools when, alas, we ended at The Luber, the last place he lived.
Maybe it was the growing up in the Boogie Down Bronx, having to work for everything, always using his hands, his love of tennis.
Persons:
I'm, He's, you'd, Aunt Mary, spry
Organizations:
Camry, Cross
Locations:
Oaxaca, Mexico, New York City, New York, Bronx, Boogie