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28th SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME

Autumn is a season of thanksgiving, a time of harvest after months of wait. If you’re in the greater Tucson/Marana area, you’d certainly love the weather as it starts to cool down from a nearly hellish temperature. Head to Sabino Canyon on your day off or perhaps, simply step outside in your backyard and appreciate Tucson’s beauty in an extravagant display of nature, lovely hues of falling leaves signaling a change of season. On the west side of Tangerine Road, cotton fields are up for harvest. The first reading tells us the miraculous healing story of Naaman, a pagan army general of the Syrian king and the cured leper, who after being healed of his leprosy, grabbed a piece of earth as a tipping point in his life, went back to Elisha, gave thanks and worshipped God. Similarly, in the Gospel story exclusive only to Luke, although it was kind of heart- breaking that only one out of ten lepers went back to thank Jesus, at least, one remembered and returned, “glorifying God…and he fell …

BILLY BOY

For 19 years now, in the days leading up to Nov. 5, my father’s death anniversary, it’s been nothing out of the ordinary grieving moment. The framed picture on the wall and the wallet size photo bring out memories of distant past. As I once again reminisce the olden days as far back I can recall, guess if anything deserves any mention, he loved us so much and left us a good example. I knew I could have done something to  prevent the unpredictable. And yet, we’re just mere mortals whose lives are dependent on something beyond us. When he started going downhill, all he wanted to do was to see his kids. I asked for a few days off from the seminary and delighted that my request…granted. My father was soft-spoken, joker with a wonderful sense of humor, sometimes annoying   (in grade school waking me up for school) and yep, friendly. I’m not sure how these qualities fit together in one persona but that’s who he was. He had lots of friends, some incredibly good and others bad that …

Pacman

There are as many interpretations as there are fans arising from Manny’s devastating loss to Marquez. When interviewed, Pacman admitted he was careless. He mentioned, he didn’t anticipate the opponent’s right hand. He was overly confident the fight could end with a solid left or a combination of shots anytime in his favor as anybody else, knowing him, probably imagined. At that juncture, he wasn’t losing. He wasn’t beaten up. Marquez was. His nose was bloody and now broken sources say. Because of his 4 months and a half training, he was able to take Pacquiao’s punches early on. To say that Pacquiao was desperately losing was an understatement as the video would testify. At the start of the 6th, the unofficial score card showed he was leading by a couple of points. He could have let the clock run down to the last second (anyway it was coming) and waited the next round. But no, he went for a kill (typically Manny) any opportunity he had only it turned out the other way around, to …

The Catanduanes International Association: The Diaspora

This past weekend, I was in Vegas and attended for the first time the 20th Anniversary and 8th Grand reunion of the Catanduanes International Association, Inc. held at Sam’s Town. See pictures below… Mga Payonhon based in Vancouver performed a graceful Pantomina at the Gala Dinner…. Lots and lots of cash…on the floor…looks like a huge success… Had the chance to capture this pic just when everybody was busy with their forks and knives…wine and cheesecake… The view near my table # 28… honored to have the Governor of Catanduanes Joseph Cua as the Guest Speaker and showed a video of the progress in the province… Picnic at Paradise Park with mostly Viracnon… Mga taga Virac…igwa kamong midbid? Seated beside me is Tito, a grade school classmate of Tito Goit, my father’s brother… With the founder of the CIA, Inc..Jose Guerrero and friends from Chicago and Florida… Reunion takes me back into my roots, reminds me of who I am (of humble beginnings) and strengthens the bond and  my sense of identity. I met people I hadn’t seen and talked for …

Hello Pinas

It’s been a week since my arrival in pinas, spent two sulit days in Manila before heading to Virac, my hometown. Noticeably, it has grown a lot (something relative though) at least since my last visit which was, a little over a year ago. Businesses have increased in number and people, too…motorcyles doubled, perhaps tripled. Talk about weekdays,  7am-6pm, my location (my version of miracle mile) is like a parking lot and super busy intersection. Yesterday, while crossing the pedestrian right across my place, I was almost hit by a motocycle, the driver cussed in my face for getting his way. When I was walking the street from the fountain to the market, it’s very telling I’ve become a stranger. I look forward to Eastern’s mini-Fiesta and that’s practically the reason why I got here earlier than usual. Fr. Popong presided over the Mass in honor of St. Anthony of Padua. Despite his insistence at concelebrating, I stayed at the back with more than a dozen recognizable faces. In the afternoon, after a short visit to the Blessed Sacrament, I climbed upstairs and had a very substantial (informative) conversation with Fr. Bhem Reyes, long hair and always online, Fr. Popong, a great leader, mentor and pastor, …