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I know the Muffin Man

Written by Mark Van Steenwyk : August 30, 2004

My wife befriended a local guy named Julio Caesar who works at a nearby bakery. Julio is from Guatemala. Every couple of days, Julio brings bags full of bread or rolls or muffins, etc–stuff that wasn’t the right weight or shape or size. Hundreds of pounds of bread are thrown out every day, and Julio takes as much as he can share with friends and family. There is nothing wrong with the bread–it just isn’t quite up to specs for delivery to local grocery stores.

Usually Amy is home when Julio stops by. At such times, I stand, dumbly, unable to really understand them as they converse en Espanol. Today he stopped by when Amy wasn’t home. I tried to talk to Julio, but I couldn’t. We just couldn’t understand each other. I hate the fact that I studied Spanish for 2 years in high school and a semester in college, yet I can’t even have anything resembling a conversation with Julio. I need to take a class or something. Every American should know basic Spanish.

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  1. Dennis on August 30th, 2004 12:52 pm

    You are absolutly right. Spanish is rapidly becoming on par with English in the USA. I was driving around Maryland near DC the other day and in the neighborhood most of the signs were in Spanish and it seemed like most of the people I Saw were either Hispanic, African, or Arab. Several years ago I was in Texas (with the Army) and the Hispanic heritage and presence was so strong that (to me anyway) it had the feel of being ina foreign land.

    Dennis

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