A cabbie’s life, treacherous bike riding, RVs are some people’s heaven, the trolley at night, big rigs near Rosecrans, why we drive freeways, a bus driver’s day, and this skateboarder knows San Diego
Various Authors 4:09 p.m., May 27
Mando and Osvaldo reentered the plush hotel room from the balcony. Amy and Kenny were standing over by the far bed next to each, in their usual defensive position. Angel Solari, Osvaldo's right hand man, was pacing back and forth in the entry area of the large room.
Mando walked toward the kids and said
"Your uncle Mando got you field level passes to the Boca Jrs. soccer game this afternoon. Field level. We're going to one of the greatest soccer games that will be played anywhere in the world today. I hope you're happy with all of the sacrifices I make and nice things I do for you. Here."
He handed one to Amy and the other to Kenny. They were struck speechless for a moment, just staring at the passes. Then they looked at each other, looked at the others to make sure they were serious, looked back at each other, and began leaping up and down yelling with joy.
Mando was hoping for a solemn thank you, but this was not bad at all.
Amy made a bee line for the shower. Kenny nervously went to a travel bag, and began removing small glass vials, rubbing his face in deep consternation, choosing which vials he wanted.
"The two detectives and Mando were staring at Kenny. Angel Solari said
"What are those?"
Kenny started for a moment, then looked up at the others. For just a moment he had been back at home, all by himself, deep, deep in thought. The detectives caught his look of momentary surprise.
"They're for taking water samples." Kenny replied.
Boca Jrs. Centennial 'La 12' : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcDTFu...