The first time I went to a dance in Colon was because most everyone I knew at school had reassured me that they were going to be there. So, I asked Pug to go with me but she refused, averring that she wasn’t really a dancer. It would have been the first dance in which I would meet some of my classmates socially, so I was eager to go. Continue reading
The Nicholas Brothers from the United States, are pictured here doing some fantastic stunts. Image from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicholas_brothers
The fact that I had been doing well with bringing in more work for the car wash business allowed me to keep some money for my meals and the evening “Bun” and Royal Crown soda that allowed me to participate at school. I was in the top fourth year class A as we promoted to the next year and I met others who joined our class and some who did not attend Abel Bravo College at all.
I had always prided myself on being amongst the crème de la crème of the student body both in Panama and in Colon. Now I had started making new friends as a member of the school choir which was composed of these students who had passed on into the regular life of Colon and would just show up to hang out or to sing with us in Professor Carlos Grant’s Coro. Continue reading
View of the City of Colon from the northern point. Image thanks to wikipedia.org
Tito, I soon learned, came from Westindian Panamanian parents who had the physical characteristics of the culizos. Culizos in Panama bear the racial attributes of East Indians and my new friend had that distinct swarthy skin color, chocolate-brown, with a slight curl to his mostly straight hair. These features all combined in Tito to make him a good looking guy although he was a little shorter in stature than me.
We walked in silence towards the center of the city where we both lived when we were suddenly met by another guy, a mulatto in appearance. “Hey, this is my friend Riri who came here from Panama,” says Tito gregariously. Continue reading