Ask and yee shall receive.
It was a pleasant time that evening. All of us were gather at a favorite Mexican restaurant. Not one of those Tex-Mex salty and overly seasoned kind but a southwest eatery with less fried foods. The variety found…well in the southwest. To be specific, in southern California.
The chips and salsa were on the table and lots of chatting, dipping, and munching was going on. At the table were my brother and his wife. My cousin and his wife. Another cousin came alone. My wife, nine-year old daughter Monica, and myself. We all had made our order and lots of merry making was percolating. In the background were the ever present Mariachi singers crooning their Latino tunes. It was a festive time.
After a few bites of beans and rice, our daughter Monica got up from her chair, walked slowly up to the Mexican trio in mid-harmony, and asked the Latino Crooners to please play her favorite song. “Could you guys play Clementine?” “Say what senorita Chiquita? Could you sing Clementine? Polite chuckles were circulating around the table and the room. The three Latino musicteers were looking at each other as if a Martian just landed.
So, in an unrehearsed fashion they began, Oh my darling, oh my darling oh my darling Clementine…”
Don’t be afraid to ask. You might get what you ask for. Fade to black.
Chuck the Blogger Guy 