Remember the Alamo

I woke in the arms of melancholy this morning. I couldn’t think why, till a cigarette and whiskey breakfast cleared my head and I remembered what day it is. Today is the anniversary of my Grandpa’s passing at The Alamo. Ma was so proud of him. Every 6^th March she’d light a candle in his honor and pray for his soul. And every year she’d say the same thing; ‘Levitt, never forget his courage, nor his foolishness.’

So, in accordance with family custom, I lit a candle in the old man’s honor. As brave as he was, he should have let someone else kick the chapel door down. Then they’d have got their head blown off by Jim Bowie, instead of poor Grandpa Gomez.

Anyhow, the melancholy has passed now and I’m looking forward to celebrating my birthday tomorrow. Ain’t every day a man turns thirty nine and I’m hoping for a lot of surprises.