Richard Rios

I am working on being a cool Senior Citizen. I promise to write only of heavy stuff with social, human, political and cultural relevance and not dribble like "I just sneezed", My tortilla just burned," I just yawned," or "Think i'll go to bed now." Born to parents who emigrated from Torreon, Coahuila to the U.S. in the early 1920'a, to escape the ravages of the Mexican Revolution. Lived in poorest part of town, no sidewalks, street lights, street signs or pavement, an outhouse in the backyard, but in a vibrant barrio with the vecinos, comadres and compades, the Vatos, my slingshot, and my dog. A family of eight in a one-bedroom house, I didn't know we were poor until I went to a friends house and they had a flush toilet!