She was a rancher’s daughter—stubborn, proud, and hard-bitten. Prone to great acts of vengeance, she could nurse a grudge better than anyone I knew, but she was fiercely loyal and loved her family. Years of tomboying didn’t keep her from marrying the most handsome man in the county—a rancher’s son—and though he was blind and not particularly god-fearing, she managed. She loved opera and bullfighting openly and professional wrestling in secret, and I got to know Pavarotti and Hulk Hogan in her parlor. She wrote me nearly every week when she was alive—reminiscing about pimento cheese sandwiches on the ranch and the splendor of great cities: Paris, Vienna, Instanbul. You’d never know she hadn’t finished high-school and used to scrape the mountains for piñóns just to buy milk for her babies.
@Partisan_O Your entire family seems extremely based.
@Partisan_O And tougher than 90% of today’s men.