I talk to Rudy, and we share stuff going on; life, music, and everything again is good.
The power of friends that sweep you away from the chaos of life.
What is it about good buddies that they incite, like a big pilot light?
I can’t seem to put my finger on it other than they take your mind away from your stress.
We laugh so hard sometimes, and everything again is forthright.
It seems that we connect with each other like we are brothers.
For friendship holds no boundaries, no borders, and we commit with all our faults;
No judgments are made, and something I can’t explain, happens that shapes the other
That, at times, no words need to be said to convey.
That is the power of the human spirit, together as one, “Mano a Mano”, as my Dad would say.
Where does that big “caballo” Rudy hail from?
What’s his motis operendi?
Well, his Dad is from Yugoslavia, and his dear Mom is from Slovenia,
I laughed when Rudy told me that his Mom swore that Flaco Jimenez was Slavic too;
It was Flaco’s beautiful accordion polka song that evoked in her sweet memories from her home in her old country.
Rudy had to explain to her that Flaco was a Mexican American from Texas;
Which made me wonder and reinforced in me that we all come from the same melting pot.
That gave me chills, emotions and made me realize
It’s a small world indeed, and what a feat,
If the distance from Texas to Slovenia was so close to the heart of his Mom, then that’s special and pretty sweet!
Robert Collazo, 9/25/10
Where did you get that picture? I haven’t had dark hair or a grey mustache in years… I had my wife read your poem. She was touched and moved to tears….
I took that photo of you probably around 2003 or so; in some meeting we both attended. Shows that I’ve known you for a few years, my good Compadre.
Well, sorry I made your wife cry…I sure didn’t mean to do that. I just expressed my thoughts about our friendship, and like I’ve mentioned to you before, some force takes over my keyboard. Thanks for being there for me when I’ve needed a friend to talk to…take good care of yourself and your better half. We still have a lot more years to get through in OUR retirement!!
I’ll talk to ya…
The poem is beautiful! I’ve listened to Flaco many times with my dad and he’s mentions you so often!
Thanks for the poem….it’s a great read =)
Hi Marybeth. As you can tell by my poem on your Dad, I think very highly of him. Thanks for your nice comment. Hope one day to meet you all. Take care, adios.
Hi Bob -great memories….I am an old friend of Rudy’s have not talked to him in years – if you are chatting with him sometime please tell him I was asking for him and hoped all was well! Thank you so much! Patti Hill Boccassini
Sure will, Patti…thx for stopping by. Bob