Thursday, 11 October 2012
My agency had an event today celebrating Hispanic Heritage Month. The guest speaker was Abel Gonzales, a local guy who has won a series of prizes at the Texas State Fair for best fried foods. He has produced fried Coke, fried butter, fried cookie dough, fried peanut butter and jelly and banana sandwiches, and this year's favorite, fried jambalaya. He used to work with computers, but now makes his living entirely from five weeks of hard work each fall at the Fair.
Our director also spoke. He was born in Huila, Colombia, and raised in Queens, New York. He speaks New York English and poor Spanish. Seems to be a nice enough guy. He wasn't as long-winded as usual because he read his speech instead of improvising it.
I continue to do my own part for cultural diversity, legal immigration, and the fine arts, with my brilliant plan of importing and marrying a wonderful singer from Colombia. So far it's progressing nicely. There are things that worry me, like not hearing yet about my short-sale offer on a house in Tampa, but one way or another we'll deal with each issue as it comes up.
Monday I got a call from a lake house neighbor complaining that the boys who live in our lake house had burglarized a bunch of houses in the community. One guy was arrested, apparently from another town. I asked him if he knew for sure that my renters were involved. He was adamant about it, although he didn't give any evidence. So I don't really have any way of knowing. Maybe I'll call the renter.
This would not be a good time to have the place be vacant. I don't have the time or the money to clean it up. I can understand why the neighbors don't like them, beause they don't keep the yard very tidy, but when I went down a few weeks ago, I couldn't find anything worth kicking them out for.
I should have told the neighbor I'm doing my part for cultural diversity by renting to rednecks.