I’ve Become Hispanic

The Harris County, Texas Clerk’s office reports that nearly 150,000 voters with Hispanic sounding surnames are likely to vote in the county in 2008.
Houston, where I live, is in Harris County.
I’m pretty sure I’m one of those so-called Hispanic voters. My last name is A-Q-U-I-N-O.
I once worked with someone in Houston who after knowing me a year blurted out “You don’t seem Hispanic at all.”
Right she was—I’m Italian. At least I am everywhere except the Harris County Clerk’s office.
Or when I get an occasional piece of junk mail or a phone solicitation in Spanish.
My wife and I once went to Italy. Over there they thought she was the Italian. Really she’s Jewish. The dark curly hair tricked the Italians.
(Above is a picture of my homeland—Naples, Italy. I’m glad to report that the wife and I made it to Naples.)
Growing up on the East Side of Providence, Rhode Island, I recall many teachers who would trip over the pronunciation of my name at the beginning of the school year. [Read more →]

This is football. Both games were fantastic. The Washington Redskins were pushed around for 3 quarters but the Seattle Seahawks couldn’t put the game away. The first play of the 4th quarter the Redskins score a touchdown. Hasselbeck throws an interception on the very next series. Redskins score another touchdown. A game that looked like Seahawks had in the bag is now slipping away. The Redskins do something on the kickoff. The ball was very short and bounces pass Nate Burleson. Redskins get the ball inside the Seahawks 20. Everything is going the Redskins way. The Redskins in a playoff game, in Seattle, come away with nada, zip, nothing. The 30 yard field goal is pushed to the left. Just as quickly as momentum was on the Redskins side, it was gone. Over the next 3 - 5 minutes, the Seahawks score a touchdown and a 2 point conversion. Seattle scores again on a Pick 6 (interception returned for a touchdown). Game over.

