Last Saturday night I ate Mexican food in San Marcos, Calif., with my nephews Dan and Eric, their dad (my brother, Tim), their mom (Nika), my favorite only sister Peggy and my cousin Jan.
Eric, a corpsman in the Navy, ate chimichingas and I had a chicken tamale and a fish taco. There’s nothing like California Mexican food to make me feel I’ve truly come home.
I had flown home for my niece Kacie’s wedding on Friday.
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