As Time Goes By.

As Time Goes By.

pg. 45  ¿And who are they?

THEY WERE THE new neighbors. The showy, late model convertible with the top down, all fins-and-chrome-red-white Fairlane cruised slowly up the hill. A man at the wheel, a woman cuddled next to him. They had just moved into one of the newly finished houses at the end of their block. The cul-de-sac filled up with an interesting mix. Most of the men were for generations blue collar workers, proud of their Unions. Some made an effort to be always in the limelight. Others kept a low profile. Like the couple at the end  of the block of Mexican descent. But it wasn’t until years later Mimi found out they spoke Spanish fluently. We grew up in the United States, they explained. At school then, they used to punish you if they heard you speaking Spanish.