An article on Ambassador Rodolfo Dumapias

'Dad, what do you do...?

By José Abeto Zaide  

Putting down his Dier Telegraf, the    ambassador explained to his son a diplomat’s work and his duties—his tendering national day receptions, why the mother must be the gracious hostess at dinners, his occasional calls on the foreign office, his urgent telexes, or the lengthier ones via the pony express called the diplomatic pouch.   It was a brave, erudite effort for an accomplished ambassador and one of our last U.S. State Department-trained diplomats in our young foreign service.  After patiently listening, the boy asked: “Yes, Dad—but are you a doctor? Are you an engineer? Are you a teacher? You must do something useful?   These fourth graders at the International British School, they know everything! They compare notes, including what their fathers do for a living.  And if we cannot explain it to our sons and daughters at fourth grade, we should probably ask ourselves if what we do is really worth doing!  

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I had a different experience in my time.  On my first foreign posting as Vice Consul in Hamburg, I had admonished the sinner, fed the hungry, visited the imprisoned.  I had done practically all the spiritual and corporeal acts of mercy except to clothe the naked.   You see, we occasionally had to take guests to the Reeperbahn. (But that’s another story).   There were times when I had to rise from the family dinner table to rush to the police precinct because Filipino sailors had gotten into bar brawls.  There were mornings when our kids would wake up and find stranded strangers sleeping on the couch.   One time, Consul Florencio Dumapias, father of Ambassador Rudy Dumapias,and I were invited by Indonesian Consul General Sarni and Consul Tantomo.  We had not met our Indonesian colleagues, so we were pleased to make their acquaintance at the priciest Japanese restaurant Daitokai.   After the main course and banter, toward dessert, we would discover the price of the hospitality.  Consul General Sarni began affably, “I wonder if you know, Mr. Consul, that your seamen nearly killed your national hero…”   “What do you mean, Mr. Consul General?” Dumapias and I almost on cue chorused.   “Filipino seamen,” Consul General Sarni would deliver the coup de grace, “stabbed an Indonesian student named José Rizal Panduwinata…” Rizal, as we all know, is honored not only by Filipinos but by the entire Malay race.  Fortunately, the Indonesian José Rizal would recover.   In memory of the original José Rizal and to keep the peace in Hamburg, we agreed to advise our respective communities to stay away from the Reeperbahn until things cooled down.  Our bilateral cooperation was excellent; the two Consulates General even agreed to help each other whenever we “must make emergency nocturnal visits” with VIP guests to the Reeperbahn.   Philippine foreign service is unique from all others.  Besides the traditional and classical diplomatic work, it is in our culture to care for our nationals.  (We even have an acronym for it, “ATN,” for assistance-to-nationals). I had cut my teeth in consular work and ATN cases long before the Flor Contemplacion tragedy.  And my crew, and all foreign service officers who came after us, took ATN all in a day’s work.   It is curious to be told now by a vigilant press and by politicians to do what we have always been doing.  

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But that’s not the end of the story.  To return to our bright young fourth-grader, 13 years after he askedhis ambassador father the question, he would also take the foreign service exams—and to top it with a score that has not been equaled in the annals of our foreign service exams.   I congratulated him as a brand-new foreign service officer then, and asked if he, too, likes to do something that was “not useful!”  I should remind him of my letter again because in the course of time, this promising diplomat has been on fast-track, was at the right elbow of two foreign secretaries, and he is now a breath away from becoming an Ambassador himself.

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an undated article contributed  by Annie Cano from Googles

THIS E-MAIL'S A CLASSIC!!

Dear Vic,     

Thanks for reprinting the enquiry of Arsenio Macanas.  Yes, I remember Lipit, my dear friend.      I still recall vividly our younger days in old Asingan.  As the second son and third child in a brood of eight children, I thought my father and mother would not miss me.  So I used to "escape" from the house quite often, and spent lots of time in the market place and plaza, watching the older folks play "buntayug," "tatsing," and basketball.  Oftentimes the sessions end in "buntalan".  

Among the unique and memorable characters that graced the old marketplace and plaza were Eloy, Ernes and the two brothers Henry and Filemon.       

Lipit was among us boys.  Then there were also "Rol" or Rolando Zareno (also called "Poging" who later became a municipal policeman -- now retired), Ben Daroy, Jimmy de Guzman, Sidong Abalahin, Junior "Bulog" Velasco, Willie Abalahin, and other kids from Cabingkulan, Calawagan, Kuno, and who knows where.  We were barefooted (most of the time), dusty, dirty, sweaty and stark dark since we were always under the sun and were hardly at home.  During the town fiesta, or "canbasing," or Rizal and Pacifican graduation dance at the plaza auditorium, we would be the "kuto-kuto" and after running around the auditorium and monuments, and rolling on the grass even late into the night, we would simply find a corner on the cement structure of the "fountain" (it did not have water in those years), and lie down as the band music from the distant dance floor and the stars above soothed us into sleep until our perspiration dried up under our damp shirts.  I cannot forget the smell of urine and other wastes that were deposited through the years in the hidden crevices of the "fountain."       

Thus, away from the comfort of home, Lipit and the other kids and I experienced the depth of life in Asingan even as we enjoyed the adventure being young boys in those years -- long ago.     

There was one incident that have greatly affected me and perhaps other kids as well.  At one time, at the marketplace, a parent came to collect his son.  He had been calling many times the name of his son, but none of the kidswas responding.  He then took long strides to one of the kids and with an inch-thick "kawayan", he gave the kid a stinging blow at the buttock, on the back, and on the shoulder.  The kid jumped with pain until he fell to the ground; it was then that the man realized he has beaten the wrong child.  It was not his son.  It was my dear friend Lipit.  There was no apology.  Only chuckles from the man as he walked away.      

Perhaps the sight of Lipit's desperate cry had added to my empathy and sympathy to those who suffer under persecution, especially the victims of baseless punishment.  And I carried such concern even as I became a professor and diplomat, and as a preacher of the Gospel in my later years.       

Even after my foreign postings, I  always longed to see Lipit and my other boyhood friends everytime I visited Asingan.  Lipit used to work in a rice mill.  His brother Turing Macanas was a barber with a shop in the marketside.  But I heard they have left already for America.       

Vic, can you kindly convey this letter to Arsenio.      

To Arsenio:  Please update me on Lipit and Manong Turing.  Extend my regards to them.     

May the Lord bless you.                 

In Christ Jesus,                        

Bro.(Amb) Rudy and Sis. Eva Dumapias 

HEEERE'S JOHNNY!

Hello Vic,

    Here I am your old buddy. It’s true it has been a long long time that we did not see each other. From the time we went to high school we separated coz you enrolled in the RA and I enrolled in the PIA. I recalled those days when my cousin Serafin and I passed by your house every morning and afternoon in going to the South Central school. Three of us went together  from Grades ! under Mrs. Lising, grade !!  under Mrs. P. Gascon, grade !!! under Mrs. M. Bugayong and Grade !V , Mr. C.Legaspi….then we went to school in Dupac (North Central school) , Gr. V under Mr. Melecio Villanueva & Mr.A. Santiago, Gr. V!. However the following names were our classmates….can you still remember them?  Hope sooooooo..Here they are.

Tomas Talania, Tolentino Antonio (Deceased), Daviid Tabin., Aurelio Cortado (in LA) , Purita Palma Dagang, Aurora Pascua, Serafin Garna, Ginez dela Cruz, Matias Mangsong Jr. Juan Sindayen, Editha Chua Sindayen (D), Caliope Chua Co Teok, Warlita Perillo9, Rudy Dumapias (Ambassador in Mexico), Col. Amado Magsanoc Benito, Rudy Esteban (D) Jose Montoya, Amelia Eleazar, Eliseo Villar (panaderia), Estrella Masinas, Jaime Apelo (Pandesal), Nieva Domaoan (valedictorian) and you our salutatorian, Ismael Domaoan, Canada), Paeng Ocreto (Gr. V) he came from Toboy coz his Mom was a teacher there, Cecilia dela Vega  Ocreto (D) wife of Paeng, she was a good singer, Arturo Santiago, Romeo Castillo (Hapon D), Felimon Fernandez, Batting Fernandez, Jaime Badua (D), Juan Malalang (D), Hermimio Tabion, Cesar Alejo (D), Vicente Fernandez,Ernesto Suratos , Esteban Paringit Jr, , Noemi Agsalud, Nestor Villanueva, Jose Bugayong, and Arturo Tayaba….Hope I did not miss any one….

      Well my family and I came here in San Diego on Aug. 15, 1983 ……after 21 yrs. In the public schools in our town. I started teaching way back in 1962 just after graduating from the Pangasinan  Normal School in Bayambang till we came to this land of the free and a good foundation for the future of our children….I got three 3 kids  ( I girl) and 2 boys….our girl is the eldest w/ 3 kids while the two boys are still bachelors….Our girl stays in Fort Lauderdale w/  her husband and the kids, while the boys live here in San Diego (Mira Mesa)  Your cousin Rudy Mejia was our neighbor in Mira Mesa in fact in one of our meetings of our Asingan Association in San Diego, your brother , Manong Atong and his wife were with us at that time w/ Manong Rudy. If in the near future you will be here in San Diego please let me know, I am eager to see you and your loved ones….I want to sit down w/ you and recall those fun memories of yesteryears….In fact as you said I will tell stories and you do the writing. APPROVED…

      Excuse my writing coz it’s bad especially my tenses…..okay? This is just the beginning , I will send you my recollect-

ions by the next e-mail….I have lots of stories being recalled by now .

So then hear from you the soonest …….

Johnny

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Hi Johnny,

Holy S...t! with a memory like yours you should have been the salututorian, not me! Your memory is like a trap, once it gets something it never let it go! Anyways, I will reserve a much longer e-mail for you in your regular e-mail address, so we will have more privacy...! Could not resist publishing your letter because

a) It may get lots of feedbacks from our Elementary school friends...

b) I wanna check the names of the ones for whom I had early crushes

c) It really brings me back to Asingan in VR (virtual reality) just thinking re: the Elementary years..

 

Some people say what U learned in Elementary sticks with you for the rest of your life..

Okay buddy, til next mail and as Arsenio said, keep blogging!!!

Vic

MORE FEEDBACKS (Awright!!!!)

Ninong Johnny did  another wonderful job.I had just spoken to his wife on Dec.31 and she was so happy to hear  that I was out of  our country and having a good life. I call them Ninong/Ninang since they  are  among our principal sponsors during my wedding to Bonifacio Torio's son Eddie. Also the late Col.Paulino C Piso, Polly Bautista ( resort owner in Baro) and some other couples that I really want to bang my head whose names I am trying to remember.  But I am not going to forget their faces if ever I will see them or someone will mention their  name.   Regards and hope you had a wonderful New Year.  

Respectfully,

Annie C Cano

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Johnny really did a good job on this opus and I salute him for it. Lots of research went into this one so I guess a big congratulations is in order. I could never had read it if it was not sent to me by his son Anni. This would be a big addition to the stories written by Samuel Soloria, Francisco Malala, Glen Calderon et. al ( these historical accounts can be read in the sub-menu page of the Pang.Org right after you click the town of Asingan ). I would also like to say thanks a million to Ferdinand Marinas the webmaster of Pang. Org. He is the one in control over the existence of this commendable website. It has done a lot to many Asinganians putting names and links to faces which we have never seen but to whom we share a common denominator:being an Asinganian..!If you multiply this factor by the number of towns in Pangasinan, it will give you an idea of how much work he is doing everyday on his computer!

Of course history is changing everyday. Since Johnny wrote this story years ago, some names have changed. One I noticed is the name of Rizal Academy. It is now COLEGIO DE SAN LUIS BELTRAN, according to the current owner Mrs. Susan Delmendo Santos. I hope my townmates would e-mail me if there is anything they would like to add, modify or delete in this history of our town.   Don't worry Annie, I myself could never remember all my wedding sponsors names even if these would bite me in the  ______!!!!

ASINGAN…..OUR BELOVED TOWN

By: Johnny Pascua

Dr. Federico Lubrin’s favorite quotation…"the present is the repository of the past, the springboard of the uncertain future"…is a fitting starting point to recollect the past, present, and expectations of Asingan. The town of Asingan in the province of Pangasinan has indeed significant history and overwhelming successes. What it is now can only prove beyond expectations of a small grown up town.

Asingan was founded in 1669. It was believed to have come from the work "naasing" meaning hostile. Is it that the people are "naasing"? True or not, no Asinganians agree to the assumption that he is "naasing". In fact, he is more friendly and hospitable than anyone would think. In the provincial revolt in 1762 to 1764, Asingan remained loyal to Spain and became the refuge for the Dominican Friars who were ordered to flee for fear of their lives. They hailed Asingan as a noble and most loyal town.

Asingan has 21 barangays (barrios). The latest barangay is Palaris. It was formerly called Bolo, a sitio of Toboy. The following "puroks", Camagsingalan, Calukbanan, Cabugaoan comprise Palaris. To date, there are nineteen elementary schools, five barangay high schools, a trade high school, a private high school, and a college, the Pangasinan State University of Arts and Technology College.

There were several changes as far as the schools are concerned. They are the following: Asingan South Central Elementary School is now Narciso Ramos Elementary School and Asingan High School in now called Dona Angela Valdez Ramos High School, named after Dona Elang, the wife of former Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Narciso Ramos. Rizal Junior College is now known as Rizal Academy, formerly known as Asingan Institute and was founded by the late Luis Eleazar and family. It is referred to as one of the oldest private schools in Pangasinan. Asingan School of Arts and Trade is now called Luciano Millan Memorial School of Arts and Trade (LMMSAT). The Coldit Community School is now Don Hermenigildo Velasco Community School, in honor of Don Velasco, a town mayor from 1916 to 1919. The elementary school in Macalong is now called Don Teodorico Bauzon Elementary School named after the donor of the school lot. Palaris Elementary School was formerly the Bolo-Camagsingalan Primary School. Mr. Felecisimo Palaris and family donated the school lot. Other generous donors were Teodorico Padilla and family who donated the lot to Ariston Este Elementary School.

Asingan is known as the "Vegetable Basket of Pangasinan", due to the abundance of its extra large eggplants. The biggest are grown in Ariston Este, Ariston Oeste, Bantog, Baro, Sanchez, and Cabalitian. Oversized and juicy calamansi fruits are grown in Toboy, Coldit, Bobonan, Palaris and Calepaan. Calepaan is also noted for its cold and refreshing turnips while Domanpot is locally known for its sweet sugar canes.

Asingan is also a town of monuments. The monument of great Filipino heroes such as Fr. Jose Rizal, General Antonio Luna, Father Jose Burgos, Andres Bonifacio and the Unknown Soldier are spread around the town plaza. Traces of Spanish occupation are evident in the presence of buildings made out of red bricks, stones and selected hardwoods, Examples of these can be found in the residences of Don Doroy, the Salcedos, the Costeses, and the Suratos. The Roman Catholic Church, convent and cemetery are also testimonials of Dominican Friars who fled to Asingan. These buildings have survived in spite of the catastrophes that Asingan has gone through and still look like they would last for some time in the future. Unfortunately, the church was heavily damaged by earthquake in 1990.

The name Don Placido Ramos rose to history in politics in the early 1900’s. He was first politician of the Ramos clan. He became the President of Municipality of Asingan from 1901-1903 and again in 1907-1909. Out of five sons, three became politicians. The first of these politically minded sons was the late Narciso Ramos who served as a congressman for many years, appointed ambassador to several different countries and became the Secretary of Foreign Affairs. "Apo Nachong" and "Dona Elang" as they were popularly known were blessed with three successful children. Fidel Ramos, former PC Chief, Secretary of Defense and became the 12th President of the Republic of the Philippines. Letecia Ramos Shahani is a two term Philippines Senator and mother of Ranjit Ramos Shahani who is a former Vice Governor of Pangasinan and a two term Congressman of the 6th District of Pangasinan. Gloria Ramos Da Roda is the former Consul General of the Philippine Consulate in California.

The second son to rise in politics was the late Jose (Eping) R. Ramos, who was the Municipal Mayor of Asingan in 1956-1959. The youngest son was Felixberto (Berting) Ramos who was a retired elementary school principal and was elected mayor in1980-1986.

Asingan has successful sons and daughters in different distinctive offices locally and on national and international levels. To name a few: Gen Hermogenes C. Esperon, Jr. is currently the Army Chief of Staff for Operation, Armed Forces of the Philippines. Ambassador Rodolfo Dumapias served as consul General to various countries and became Ambassador to Mexico. Atty. Rapael Colet is a former Governor of Pangasinan from 1986-1992. Manuel Casaclang is a former Directror of Department of Interior and Local Government and Pascasio Banaria is a former Chairman of Comission on Audit. The late Fiscal Dalmacio Guillermo was a retired provincial fiscal of Pangasinan. He was also a Mayor of Asingan from 1937-1940. Dr. Eufrosina N. Millan, wife of the late Congressman Luciano Millan, Sr., is a retired Professor of Education at the Philippines Normal College Graduate School and Philippine Women’s University. Their son Atty. Luciano Millan, Jr. became a Deputy Commissioner of Bureau of Customs. Former Mayor of Asingan Dario Navarro (1972-1975) had his term extended under Presidential Decree up to 1980; the late Judge Inocencio Ventura was a former teacher who became an attorney and later a municipal judge of Asingan and San Manuel until his retirement; Bishop Paterno C. Piso was the first Asinganian to become the Bishop of Philippine Independent Catholic Church for Eastern Pangasinan; Former Mayor Leonardo Carbonell has the most number of years serving as head of town (1964-1971), three terms altogether; former Mayor Roman Palisoc (vice mayor from1926-1928) and was Municipal Mayor from 1945 to 1947. Former Mayor Silveriano Alejo (1941-1943) preferred martyrdom at the hands of the Japanese soldiers rather than to identify the guerillas for them. Retired Colonel Mariano Agsalud was the first Asinganian to become chief of police of Baguio City and the late Brig. General Romeo Daranciang of Philippine Marines had a legendary exploits in Mindanao.

Asingan also produced the most number of Congressmen who represented the current 6th Congressional District of Pangasinan, also giving Asingan the nickname of the town of Congressmen. Among them were Hon. Ranjit Ramos Shahani and the late Congressmen Hon

Juan Millan, Hon. Narciso Ramos (father of former president Fidel Ramos), Hon. Justino Z. Benito, and Hon. Luciano Milllan Sr.

Asingan is the 10th among the earliest municipalities incorporated in Pangasinan preceded by San Carlos which was incorporated in 1572, Calasiao in 1580, Bolinao in 1593, Magaldan in 1600, San Jacinto in 1601, Manaoag in 1605, Agno in 1610, Binmaley in 1613, and Lingayen in 1614.

While Cebuanos are proud of the Osmenas, Batangenians of the Laurels, Leytenians of the Romualdezes, Capiz of the Villareals, Northern Luzon of the Singsons, Ortegas, Cases and Valdezes; Pangasinanses are very proud of the Ramoses, especially of ex-President Fidel V. Ramos, "Anak ti Asingan".

Indeed, Asingan has come a long way in short time….Growing quickly and easily, rising among the ranks and greatly proving its competence of the rest of the nation. Its great past and overwhelming successes of its people are far reaching.

 

 

FEED BACK FROM JUAN PASCUA JR.

Mr. Costes,  

First of all, I want to greet you a Happy New Year, hope everything is well.   Mr. Costes, I just want to let you know how much I enjoy reading your stories about our hometown Asingan. My family and I left Asingan in 1983, I was young and can't really remember much about our town. With your writings, our town suddenly reappearred in my mind. Memories started to flow again. This letter is to encourage you to keep on writing and help us remember our town.   My Mom and Dad said hello!! You will be surprised to know who they are. My dad is Juan Pascua from Macalong. Dad just got done telling me about your elementary days, from first grade to sixth grade. I told him about the two kings from Asingan you wrote about. We were both laughing. I asked him about Mr. Durodur with the kalesa. Well, the guy's name is Berto Toloza from Macalong, dad went on about the guy's white caballo.Still laughing. Enough about dad, well, my Mom also said she knows you. My mom is the former Felicitas Victorino from Poblacion west. Mom read your stories and have some info about the missing arroz caldo from the convento!!! ha ha. She gave up the name of the person who took it, but I'm not going to snitch him off!!! Both of my parents gave you a very positive feedback. Nalaing kayo kano nga tao idi pay laeng, and it shows in your writing.    

 Well Sir, this is getting way to long, untill next time, keep on writing, Thanks,  

Juan jr *********

Hi Juan Jr.

I hope I used the right nick name..  

Your dad is one of my two earliest friends in Asingan during our first year at the Asingan Elementary School. The other one is Serafin Garna and I am really wondering about Serafin's whereabouts now a days..But I do remember both of them picking me up on their way to school to attend the class of Mrs. Valentina Lising. Maybe your dad remembers Nueva Domaoan ( now in NY), Rudy Dumapias ( about to retire as a Philippine Ambassador in Mexico City ) Jose Montoya and some others. Of course I know your Mom too and her family.  And your grandfather too who also knew my parents. We called your part of town PUESTO refering to the line of small stalls lining up the road to Baro. The place always hummed with life 7 days a week from dawn to dusk. Then I remember your dad as a school teacher in Asingan and also one of the Cursillistas. I seldom saw him anymore during the 70s and 80s because I worked in Laguna for 4 years before we left for Canada in 1975.

 When I was a kid I used to know who are the tenants of the puesto..I remember there was an eatery too there, plus the shoe repair shop ran by your grandpa. I can't remember if the original wooden stalls are still there or the municipal council have them removed and replaced. But I do remember the ANGAT Transportation Depot right across the street beside the store of Editha Chua, one of our classmates. It was a daily Manila-bound bus which Asinganians before "abused" by loading EVERYTHING on it: live goats or pigs, sacks of rice, suitcases, burlap sacks filled with vegetables. Yes sirree, they piled everything except the kitchen sink in the poor bus ! The bus  also picked up their Asinganian passengers ( before taking the road for Manila they would go to all the barrios in Asingan ) from their homes in Asingan and delivered them to their addresses in Manila ( what with all those cargo crammed on the roof of the bus ) ! The last passenger in the bus would arrive in his Manila address late at night! So the Asinganians who have tons of luggage would take the Angat and those who are traveling light took the Pantran..Thats how it was before according to my memory machine...

Thank you for writing me, regards to your Mom and Dad!Hope your dad could share me some of his childhood memories!!  

Vic

A FEEDBACK FROM FRED RODILLAS

Manong Vic,

I ‘ve been an avid reader and fan of your Asingan journals and diligently reading your  postings.  I can relate to your experiences and mischiefs when you were growing up.  Sometimes I laughed at them because of the similarity of our shenanigans.  When I was about 6 years, my brother use to visit your old cinema at the back of your house.  In fact, on one occasion, I slept on top of one of the benches and fell on the concrete floor, literally giving me big ’bukol’ on my head. Oh!..yeah..I love Asingan.  Let me introduce myself.  My name is Fred Rodillas.  I am from Barrio Domanpot and grew up there until age 18 when I have to pack my bag and came to the US to join the mighty United States Navy.  I am related to the Guerreros, Acostas, and Samsons of Domanpot.  My mom’s maiden name is Guerrero so the sons and daughters of her brothers and sisters are my first first cousins. You don’t know me but I know your sister, Ester.  She was my classmate and co-graduate at Rizal Academy-Class 1963. Pleasekeep posting.  You’ll hear more from me

Note:  Re: Your latest posting of the Sampaga Sound System.  The other sound system may that be of the Santoses near Cabinculan.

HAPPY NEW YEAR**************

Regards,

Fred Rodillas

Raleigh

North Carolina

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 Hi Fred,

  That was a wonderful e-mail!  So good I decided to reprint it in the Journal!   I am sorry to hear re: the incident in the Asingan Theatre..Hope you won't sue us..ha-ha!That place is a dump I know but I was still very young then..My addiction for movies started there..Now I got a sizable collection of DVDs re: oldies esp. the ones I saw in the screen of the Asingan Theatre..Man I got so many memories of that place..good and bad. Something like the movie CINEMA PARADISO. Some of the owners then ocassionally did not return a few of the films they rented ( mostly the Hollywood ones ) and they got away with it..So there is a pile of films and posters and lobby photos in the projection room of that theatre.And some Asingenians would like to enter the theatre free and if they are denied entrance, they would hide somewhere near and start pelting the theatre with stones..And I admire how accurate their aim was, right on the roof of the cinema. Those people could work for the Toronto Blue Jays baseball team!...

Those guys  were part of our town and they make our place colorful and memorable... 

 Thanks again for your e-mail and have a good New Year!!   I know the names u mentioned..I also know the Santoses..Dr. Honorio Santos is my friend..His dad worked in Vietnam and he had first class audio equipments..Honorio is now in New York but I saw his parents in Pangasinan one time and they are retired.Saw them in a restaurant on the way to Lingayen.During one fiesta we were both crowning guests of the Asingan beauties...   Bye!!!!  

 Vic