So, we were waiting for the bus beside the leftovers from trash bags long since past when we saw Tamalito.  We tried to tell him that we thought that he had moved.  He may or may not have understood, but he did tell us that he was in Mexico City with his family.  I haven’t noticed the motorcycle or heard the music, but his smile is still there and that is comforting.  Kirsten told him that she wants to have her picture taken with him and his moto.  I think he understood that one.

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