Memories of Dad
Heydyo, wanabaywats? Wat? Yulusyurwats? Wanabayitagen? Beritsip onliporyu. My nose bleeds each time I recall my father’s funny but ridiculous oral mimicry of the above post-World War II comedic ‘sales talk’ scenario that reverberated in war-ripped Manila. However, my heart bleeds when it dawns on me that my dad’s aper was of war-ravaged Filipinos desperately scrounging for any means… Read More »
