Originally posted by DanO
I had the privilege of having breakfast once with Romulo Gomez of God and Mr. Gomez fame, who passed a couple of years later, in 1994. His son Pepe
cooked chorizo and eggs and the old man harangued me for not speaking Spanish. Anyway, this is one of my favorite passages from that book:
One day when I was climbing over the rocks below our house, I noticed signs of erosion. It must be that the runoff from the rain was inching closer to
the house. Every storm must carve its perch. Inexorably it advanced on our vain little pile of bricks. I wondered. Would the whole house fall?
That night at the store I asked Gomez about this unrelenting peril. "Someday, Romulo," I said, "our mansion is going to slide right into the Pacific
Ocean."
"Oh, yes," he said. "Someday. But five hundred years from now, Jack, you will still be living in that house."
"Maybe so," I said. "But isn't there something we can do about it now?"
"Well," Gomez said, "would you like to try a little tequila?" |
