Bob's Blog

Growing up with my brother Frank, life was never dull, and always fun. He was at times rebellious in his youth; and always had his unique brand of humor. Thinking different than most folks, he was very competitive, thus was never one to be undone. He was very protective of his brothers; for he was,… Continue reading My Brother Frank

From the first time I met Joe, I knew he was not ordinary, by any means. Born in Texas, Joe was raised in a small town called Cuero in the “straight and narrow”. A proud Tex-Mex Hispanic that can still recall the old simple ways of life, Joe can still verbally state the old Spanish… Continue reading Not Your Ordinary Joe

Pete was my “Primo-Hermano”, which according to our Mexican tradition, Literally translates as, “Cousin-Brother”, which is how I felt about him. He was the first Collazo grandson, and so very proud of that fact. Pete would say to us younger cousins, that he recalled PaPa Gerardo Collazo, Picking him up and riding atop his big… Continue reading My Cousin Pete

Shaun’s favorite pastime is to be out fishing and on the lake, He likes relaxing, and listening to the water slap against his boat. However, let there be no mistake, that his two sons and wife, For sure, are his greatest joys in his life. Shaun’s life’s work is to serve and protect the public… Continue reading Shaun

Elsa is a mother and grandma, and has quite a fulfilling life. Likes the finer things in life, I’m quite sure, as anyone would. She’s also a great wife, Is married to an Argentinean, a tennis freak, but it’s rumored, that he is quite good. Elsa does things to stay young, fit, and is really… Continue reading My Cousin Elsa

From a little town in Mexico, and humble beginnings, he came, As a kid working in migrant fields, he and his family would spend every six months of the year there. Jose recalled what his Dad kept saying that if he didn’t do well in class, He’d work the migrant fields all his life; and… Continue reading Jose Hernandez

We don’t call him Jimmy or Jim; he won’t go for that. Because it’s just James, he’d say. He is a great partner to have, with good street smarts for his age. A patient man, he won’t lose his cool, even when you try to rattle his cage. He hails from a little town called… Continue reading James

Thinking back today after thirty-six years, the day was a Sunday. Her labor had started on Friday night, very much to our dismay, For She was only in her seventh month of term. And it was much too early for our Son to be born. I can still recall that El Paso night we went… Continue reading Our Son