Here’s to Tito Jack. And Tita Emily too

The last time that I saw Tito Jack was summer several years ago in a loud and crowded resort with pools bathed in chlorine, filthy as hell and no one can see the bottom. The air, sticky with smoke coming from different grills, one can smell a mixed aroma of pork, fish, chicken and human sweat. The place was loud as each cottage has its own karaoke set, each one playing its own classic karaoke hit, from Material Girl to It Must Have Been Love and Green, Green Grass of Home. Continue reading “Here’s to Tito Jack. And Tita Emily too”