Mexican Hotdogs

Growing up in our family Was fun for our kids. my wife and I Had six children Five boys, and Maria. How do you handle the Problem of Maria? That thankfully Is another story The first three Johnny, Diego, and JJ Loved wrestling And living ten miles From the border Lucha libre was available Wednesday and sunday matinees. The boys got to meet Wrestlers from all over the world. Japan, China, Peru, Argentina, Italy, and Europe, in general. Lucha Libre was And I still believe is The best wrestling on Earth. The boys would always get Children versions Of the wrestlers masks And even ventured into The ring Before the matches. Then for two hours They would scream Their heads off yelling For the good guys Mil Mascaras, El Solitario, Dr. Wagner and Angel Blanco. But they loved all The wrestlers Good and bad guys Even though in Mexico The bad guys Really were BAD GUYS. The best part Of the night was When the matches ended And we left La Arena Coliseo starving Looking for the hotdog vendors. Mexican hotdogs are Like nothing you Have ever tasted in Your life The dogs and buns Are generally smaller But with a superior taste. Mexican hotdogs are made With tomatoes, onions, Cilantro and lime. Throw in some mayonnaise And some hot sauce And the kids thought They were in heaven. They talked it up So much everybody at home Decided to come along The next time Just for the hotdogs. On subsequent visits We would go find the same vendor And would practically Buy out his inventory of dogs And send him home happy. After that He would always Look out for us after Lucha Libre When he would see us He would immediately Start putting hotdogs together With a big toothy grin On his face. Now I think back And the nostalgia overwhelms me. But the sadness is greater. Mexico has degenerated Into terribly violent Drug wars. And is no longer safe To visit. 5/24/14 Alton Texas