The Big Green sighed and stuck his hand out and said, “Every day I learn something. Nice game, kid.”
“Yeah, nice game,” another Big Green said.
Juanito stood very still as the Big Green trotted away. Junior thumped Juan on the shoulder, saying, “Come on, Mexicali Rose, your shower awaits.”
Late that night I lay in the berth and heard Juan Procuna trying to teach Junior, Les and Chris the words to a very catchy little Mexican number he called Maria Bonita.
Junior Temple can carry a tune about as far as I could have carried that locomotive that was roaring northward with us through the night.
