It was the wonderful 1960's. We were going to the moon, the revolutionary music, creative television, the baby boomers changing our world. In the meantime, I lived with Rey, my mother, and my two sisters. One older and one younger than me. Even though he never assumed a formal role as a father to us, he was the father figure that we needed. We were raised around downtown Panama City inside apartment buildings and our only contact with nature was our walks around city parks and trips to local beaches. Still, we had many stories worth telling. Stories with our uncles and aunts, friends, and neighbors. Unique and funny stories that all of you will enjoy.
