The amazing Antonio Sacre came to the library where I work tonight to deliver a delightful hour of stories, jokes and personal memories of growing up in a Cuban-Irish household in Boston. He seamlessly switched back and forth between English and Spanish, and the audience of some 150 people was thoroughly entertained. The children, ranging in age from 4 to about 13, sat on the floor at his feet, mesmerized and captivated. The adults were smiling, laughing, and nodding in understanding at the wonderful, rich stories Mr. Sacre shared from his childhood, particularly about his Abuela and her stern but loving ways.
It is experiences like this that I love, that make me proud of what I do for a living. I wish I could speak Spanish.
