We used to be jews. Did you know that? I certainly didn’t/
My great great great . . . great great grandparents (g-g-g-g-g-g-g-grandfather gets the cred); 9 generations ago the fountainhead of my lineage fled Spain (se vinieron huyendo) under the growing shadow of the Spanish Inquisition.
And on my father’s side, presumably, at the same time, presumably, our old indian blood was kicking the desiccated heads of our enemies through those little 5 foot-wide concrete hoops (little given the relative difficulty of at that moment scoring such a game-winning point with all the tribe’s hot fertile girls in estrual frenzy), scooping, whooping hoots of looped hoop glory into the black and studded glimmer night.
Family will save you,