Monday, August 18, 2008
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Another morning covering illegal Hispanic Day Laborers. I don't know how many mornings I have spent doing these stories. A town doesn't want them all congregating in one place but they really don't want them to leave either. In smaller towns they support local businesses with their patronage and are the main source of revenue. Yet you have a small, loud and vocal grouping who want to drive them out of their towns by any means necessary. Outside in the dawn, the workers gather on the street, in the hopes of seeking as little as one days work. As I leave, there are over 30 men within sight. Given the size of the community, I don't think they all will find work. ( Ricky Flores )
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Been thinking about you all day today. You were a child of the system that somehow was able to keep a shy quirky smile and a spirit that wasn't crushed until that night that you called me. I remember your wild and uncontrollable hair that still made you all the more beautiful and a personality that was warm and generous with what little you had. You were in such pain that night you called, but you wouldn't tell me where you were. I never heard from you again. I spent days looking for you after that night and years wondering what happen to you. You are a regret that I still carry with me everyday, always wondering what I can have done or said to pull you closer to me when you needed me the most. I miss you.