Friday, October 12, 2007
Hay un borracho en la esquina con su perro!
Ah, fall. Crisp air reminds me of school days!
About 28 falls ago, as el presidente del club de espanol at my high school, I presided over a short club road trip into Fort Smith, Ark., to see a movie.
The chicks had outvoted the dudes, so we were going to see the 1979 chick flick, "The Promise." Gut-wrenching love story, actually.
On the west end of downtown, at Texas Corner, where you turn south onto Towson Avenue from Garrison Avenue, the school bus stopped at a light. Over the din, someone -- and I think it was my nephew, but I don't remember exactly -- hollered:
"Look! There's a wino on the corner! With his dog!"
And someone, perhaps myself, but I can't actually remember, rang out, to the tune of "She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain" ...
"There's a wino on the corner with his dog!"
Whereupon most of the rest of the bus joined in:
"There's a wino on the corner with his dog!"
Then, everybody brought it home:
"There's a wino on the corner, there's a wino on the corner, there's a wino on the corner with his dog!"
We were not the most sensitive kids. I mean, here's was this poor dude, and right there was a bus load of kids raucously singing such crude, uh, doggerel.
Hey, we were kids. If we'd been bright, we'd have sang:
Hay un borracho en la esquina con su perro!
Hay un borracho en la esquina con su perro!
Hay un borracho en la esquina, hay un borracho en la esquina, hay un borracho en la esquina con su perro!
This has been an autumal trip down Memory Lane (where it interects Garrison and Towson in downtown Fort Smith), courtesy of ER.
--ER
About 28 falls ago, as el presidente del club de espanol at my high school, I presided over a short club road trip into Fort Smith, Ark., to see a movie.
The chicks had outvoted the dudes, so we were going to see the 1979 chick flick, "The Promise." Gut-wrenching love story, actually.
On the west end of downtown, at Texas Corner, where you turn south onto Towson Avenue from Garrison Avenue, the school bus stopped at a light. Over the din, someone -- and I think it was my nephew, but I don't remember exactly -- hollered:
"Look! There's a wino on the corner! With his dog!"
And someone, perhaps myself, but I can't actually remember, rang out, to the tune of "She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain" ...
"There's a wino on the corner with his dog!"
Whereupon most of the rest of the bus joined in:
"There's a wino on the corner with his dog!"
Then, everybody brought it home:
"There's a wino on the corner, there's a wino on the corner, there's a wino on the corner with his dog!"
We were not the most sensitive kids. I mean, here's was this poor dude, and right there was a bus load of kids raucously singing such crude, uh, doggerel.
Hey, we were kids. If we'd been bright, we'd have sang:
Hay un borracho en la esquina con su perro!
Hay un borracho en la esquina con su perro!
Hay un borracho en la esquina, hay un borracho en la esquina, hay un borracho en la esquina con su perro!
This has been an autumal trip down Memory Lane (where it interects Garrison and Towson in downtown Fort Smith), courtesy of ER.
--ER
