Larry Cantu

Happy birthday, Sandra!

I never shared this with you before, but when we were both attending Amarillo Junior College, I had a crush on you. I neglected to bring this to your attention primarily because you looked so much bigger and stronger than me and I was afraid of getting beat up.

Posted on: Mar 25, 2023 at 1:14 PM

Happy birthday! (English)

Selamat ulang tahun! (Indonesian)

¡feliz cumpleaños! (Spanish)

selamat Hari lahir! (Malay)

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag! (German)

feliz aniversário (Portuguese)

Happy Boithday (Brooklyn)

Happy Burffday! (Detroit)

Posted on: Feb 27, 2023 at 3:33 AM

It looks like I will have to miss yet another Tascosa High School Reunion.

I’ve only managed to attend one so far – our 1980 reunion.

I missed the 1990, 2000, and 2010 reunions because I was living overseas in each of those years. I was in the USA for our 2020 reunion, but we all know what happened to that reunion.

I was planning to attend our re-scheduled reunion in September 2022. Unfortunately, my doctors recently alerted me to a potentially serious health problem I didn’t even know I had and for which I still have no symptoms. The good news is my doctors say they caught it early. However, in order to improve my chances of being around for the 2030 reunion, I will have to miss our reunion this September and stick with my therapy program.

Enjoy the reunion and feel free to drink all the booze I would have consumed if I had managed to be there.

I will see you all in 2030!

Larry Cantu

MUTANT SOUP & CAT LEMONS

The opposite sex can be notoriously difficult to understand. The problem is exacerbated when your significant other doesn’t speak your language very well or, as in the early days of our relationship, barely speaks it at all.

During our courtship, the woman who my children call “Mama” decided to impress me by cooking dinner for me. Peering at me from the kitchen doorway she asked, “Do you like mutant soup?”

I asked her to repeat herself several times but, since this only seemed to annoy her, I finally said “sure!” despite having no idea what she was talking about.

She disappeared back into the kitchen only to emerge later with some delicious “mutton soup.”

Not long after the mutant soup episode, she was rifling through my CD collection (remember those?) and asked, “Do you have Rectal?”

I explained that I’d never heard of a band called “Rectal.”

“It’s not a band. It’s the name of a song,” she replied.

“Who is it by?”

“Aerosmith.”

“I think I have all the Aerosmith recordings, but I don’t recall anything named “Rectal.”

“Oh come on! It’s one of their biggest hits!”

My mind raced through the list of Aerosmith hit tunes. Finally I asked, ”Do you mean “Rag Doll?”

“That’s what I’ve been saying! Rectal! What’s wrong with your ears?”

Now, many years later, she still keeps me and our twins in stitches. On a recent visit to Fort Worth, as we were driving around looking for a place to eat she suddenly asked, “Why don’t we eat at Cat Lemons?”

The rest of us erupted in unison, “Cat Lemons??? What kind of restaurant is that?”

Mama pointed dead ahead, exasperated that no one in her family could read the enormous billboard directly ahead of us.

We still refer to that restaurant as “Cat Lemons.”