Pulpo en su tinta: Reflections on My Father

The Other Side. 2 pp.

Felix is staring out at Santa Rosa Island. We are sitting on ocean smoothed boulders at El Capitan, northwest of Santa Barbara. Only here do we break the unspoken taboo against speaking about our fathers.

When we were young our families used to camp along this magical coastline, where rolling hills of chaparral embrace the kelp-smoothed Channel waters. From here you can sometimes see Pt. Conception, called the Western Gate by the Chumash, where departed spirits went to the other world. Felix and I have decided that the spirits of our fathers linger around here, if anywhere, sitting around some ghostly campfire drinking too much and spinning jokes late into the night, the roar of laughter keeping us awake.

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