A Laredo blog
I remember that day. I opened the front door on my way to get breakfast at around 11 am, and the flurries were coming down. As I screamed, Jesus, Maria, y Jose!, my cap flew off exposing my disheveled hair. Annie thought I was in trouble; she lost a chancla trying to get to me. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.I rushed out to the nearest Citgo to buy a $10 disposable camera to capture the moment, and remind us of the minor miracle that befell upon our sleepy little town.I have yet to develop the film.Happy Festivus for all!