Hectic day today in SA. For those that don't know or have no interest in my personal life, I have been in SA for over 30 years and in the last five I have lived in the Southside. The Southside is a lot like Eagle Pass but without el Chisme. The worse you could have been accused of was stealing somebody's trashcan. But now we all have the same city disposal container, which the trash pickup scans when it is lifted by the mechanical arm and dumped inside the truck. I suppose they can tell if you stole it. So that put a damper on that trade.
The first thing I did today was to meet with a neighborhood activist that was having a fundraiser to pay for flyers and posters. He is going up against the San Antonio Independent School District. SAISD wants to close Burbank High (which is my adopted school being that I am no longer in Eagle Pass). He was selling chicken plates and sales were slow cause everyone is selling something at each corner. At one corner you have the Little Bulldogs Football team and at the other you have mini-cheerleaders going to state competition. Anyway, I hope they don't close Burbank.
Next I hung around with the Dawgs from the Burbank Class of 1969 at their Taco & Hot Dog fundraiser. These guys were very easy going. Maybe cause they move around a little bit slower. I spent most of my time with Mike Rodriguez, the designated DJ for their class. He immediately challenged me to name any oldie and he would play it. That’s when I popped out my MP3 and told him that in my 4G-memory card I had more than 2,000 oldies ranging from Bill Haley and the Comets to Crystal Blue Persuasion.
I asked him if he had noticed that at reunions, most don't play the songs of their high school years but instead they go for the current dance music or that Hot Scoching Boogie. I told him that I grew up with KTSA and Ricci Ware in the sixties. I asked him if they played Mexican/Spanish music in the sixties in San Antonio and he said that it was mostly songs from Sunny, the Royal Jesters, Rene & Rene and Rudy and the Rino-Bobs. And in San Antonio the Malt House on West Commerce and Zarzamora was what the Charcoal was to us in Eagle Pass. I had a good time listening to real oldies and I think the Dawgs of Burbank have finally adopted me as a meddling Eagle.
