This photo is from 2006, when Eli was first introduced to hunting gear. Still remains to be seen if he develops a hunger for vennison, or a mortal fear of camouflage.
No babies were harmed in the making of this photo.
The other day I was in Plaza de Mayo, where the President’s house is located. A famous and central meeting place for Argentine’s with a gripe, mother’s of missing children parade there on Thursdays. Any day in this city, a casual traveler can stumble upon a group of angry banner-toting protesters crossing their path.
Bagels are hard to come by here, but I had found a little place that sells them in San Telmo. So I bought one (with Lox, even!) and took it to the plaza for lunch. An old man in tweed and an old man hat sat himself next to me, crossed his legs and hoarsely muttered something.
“Aye, cha cha.”
Was he talking to ME? … What did it mean? Was this old man griping about his failing health? Maybe his bones hurt him as he bent down to plop himself on the concrete bench.
A few minutes went by, and I started to eat my bagel…
“Aye, Cha Cha” he pined…
It made me really curious. Maybe he used to be a famous dancer in his younger years, and in his onsetting senility he sits and waits for his fame, decades too late for Dancing With the Stars. But wait, they dance tango here, Not the Cha-Cha!
Some protesters a block away sounded a blowhorn.
“Aye, Cha Cha” again.
Was he showing support for the crowd of Peronistas moving along the street ahead of us? I read no references to any “Cha Cha” on their banners. The old man folded down his blue knit glove at the wrist to look at the time on his watch.
“Aye, Cha Cha.”
OK, maybe he’s waiting for someone named Cha Cha? But would she really exist? I was trying to pace out my bagel, eating it very slowly, in wait for Miss Cha Cha. A daughter? A lover? I imagined her showing up, well-dressed like the old man himself. Maybe ready for a night out on the town with elbow-long red gloves.
“Aye, Cha Cha” he said again.
Clearly he’s crazy. But I liked imagining him and fancy Lady Cha Cha meeting up to go to an Opera matinee, then maybe for Champagne in a fancy hotel lobby bar. The man unfolded and refolded his legs, I finished my bagel and went on my way.
