They alighted the train at 125th street. Not the type who enter at Grand Central. Not unusual. But today I noticed the family. All tiny, Three kids, woman, Man. Speaking Spanish Probably Taino Indians Probably not It doesn’t matter. The woman and three girls sat down, not together, scattered across the train In the sparselyContinue reading “Los Mexicanos”
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