I was at my sushi bar tonight talking with the chef and long time friend, a young greencarder from Zacatecas. This young man carries a sadness with him that is measured in the miles from his family's "rancho", his face lights up when he talks about the washing machines and Nissans that he sends back home to Zacatecas.
In our "Obama" conversation, he finally said, "Obama talks like a Mexican president, that kind of talk is the reason why I am here". Bingo! Obama stalks the land with two empty buckets, hope and change. Their emptiness is part of the hustle. You fill the buckets. Well, now the talk is over. We will soon know if he delivers like a Mexican president.
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