November

This is my grandfather, Felipe Acosta.

This was his birthday in 2008. He would have been 86 this past Friday.

I spent a lot of time with him growing up. If you were to think of the stereotypical grandfather, you know the type-the one who always had candy, bought you tons of toys guns, took you to Western Playland all the time, took you to Ascarate Park to feed the ducks and play in the park, took you to movies, always had fried chicken on hand and a special refrigerator out back full of soda pop and beer, had a basketball hoop in the back, and who didn't care what time you went to sleep when you spent the night and who was a chef before he had retired to be the perfect grandpa, so he could whip up magical meals like magic-that was my Granpa. The kind of Grandpa that loved you not matter what.

Okay, so maybe that was just my Grandpa.
My grandmother had passed a while ago, so he was ready. He left this life this last November, and Heather and I were able to go down for the funeral. We got to see most of the cousins, some of whom I hadn't seen in years. This is Marcos.
This is Brittany (Nicholas's wife), Camille (Marcos's wife), and my Heather.

With Trisha, Uncle Albert's wife.
Silas, Trisha's youngest.
My sister Fred, cousin Katya, and her momma, my Aunt Becky.
My cousin Clarissa and my sister Davi.
My cousin Edica.

Cousins Chris, Santina and Camille.
Dave, Nik and Santina.
Tia Lori, Tia Cheeta, Tia Becky.



Nik and Geno.
More Claire.
Uncle Albert
Cousin Bianca (Bonkers), Uncle Eddie, cousin Katya.
Bonkers.
Tia Irma.

October Memories

One of the fun things about watching a kid growing up is watching as he discovers things that you have in your memory from when you were a kid. I remember celebrating the centuries old heathen tradition of All Hallow's Eve myself with the sacredness of dismembering a pumpkin, and now I get to pass that on to Jack. Or Heather gets to-all I did was take the pictures.



Trunk'or'Treat was pretty good, albeit a little drizzly. We never decorate our car, just hang out with our friends and hand out candy from someone else's car. I had to get a picture of this family-Jack LOVES Curious George.
Our friend's kid, Dennis, had a great home-made costume. Oh no, Doc Oc is gonna get me!!! RUN!!
Jack was a firefighter, or, as he says, "fider fider." His friend Little Man was a horse, his favorite animal. If that kid could be a horse he would do it.
Heather went as a hippie-gypsy lady. I went dressed in black with a glow in the dark plastic hockey mask. Cuz, you know, my name's 'Jason.' Get it? Cuz of that movie-Friday the 13th-Jason-get it?

Anyways, we had good month.