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To: Dayuhan who wrote (37259)	9/6/1999 2:10:00 AM
From: Michael Sphar	Respond to of 71178

Sorry Steve, went down to Santa Cruz for dinner, just got back. Is that Panay? I had no idea. We took the ferry from Bacolod to Iloilo in 1981 or 1982. Then overnited at the University and the next day borrowed a car and drove over the hill to San Jose. Good time, big reunion. First time my ex had been back in 15 or 20 years. Our daughter who was maybe 24 months with bone white blond hair was the big hit. Everyone and their grandmother wanted to touch her and feel her hair. A walking Barbie to them. The house where she grew up was previously commandeered by the Japanese during WWII. Several people were hung from the acacia tree in the yard. It was either acacia or banyon can't remember. My ex said the house was troubled or possessed unquiet spirits. I remember it being quite foreboding when I went through it. She said she remembered times when things went flying around various upstairs rooms. After being inside it, I fully believed her stories. The town was a lovely little quiet place, a cul de sac in a turbulent world. Nice place, too bad I'll probably never go back. Closed chapter. What I especially remember about Bocolod was the fact that both of the two traffic lights in town didn't work. Probably hadn't worked for years. I learned to drive PI style in that town. Always carefully tooting the horn. The agile little old ladies, casually and gracefully just stepping aside of the on-coming traffic without ever some much as a glance. They seemed preoccupied with timing their gracious steps to the nanosecond and millimeter of escaping disaster. Quite an accomplishment. The rice drying on the asphalt as we drove further out of town. The truly great mangoes and a citrus drink - lensonie or something like that. Oh yes and the little house lizards.