Latino Professional
Today's Fax
This is our second attempt to recognize you as a leading Latino professional.
But first, I insist you recognize my German obstinacy.
My half-Palestinian humor that shakes things up in a jar.
My Swiss love for prompt arrivals.
My Texan affection for huge horizons.
My St. Louis melancholy, gateway to nowhere.
If somehow, by living on a street that is 78% Latino, I have now become
Latino, I insist you take a bite of these enchiladas before you fax anyone else.
Maybe they're a bit odd, stuffed with black beans as well as cheese,
a frisky sauce, but time to pause at the table of worldly neighborhoods
and relax, then tell: what makes you think I'm professional?
