I never took that trip

My Grandfather was a gypsy. Well, not really, he was actually a welder, born in Mexico City, though he would spend his life denying it due to the bigotry and racism he encountered being from “across the border” and living in Los Angeles in the 40’s. He told everyone he was born in Spain, that he was European, and he married the girl who was first generation American, her family European immigrants, coming from Denmark and Germany. My Grandfather had an infectious laugh, a love of big band music and mariachis, and of the long and winding road. He would drive anywhere, all you had to say is “let’s go”, and he managed to make any holiday an excuse to pack up the van, or later the RV, and discover someplace new.

Looking for a little hope

Paper Bag :: Fiona Apple from the album, When the Pawn... (1999) "I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified come on put a little love here in my void,' he said 'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything' but he didn't get it."