This morning walking on Houston I passed by a Puerto Rican father walking with his young son. Just as I went by the boy said, “So did Zorro ever get OLD?” The father then began an explanation of how, yes, Zorro did get old, but he trained new Zorros, so all was ok. Both the boy and I were satisified.
Zorros. Zorros Forever.
This morning walking on Houston I passed by a Puerto Rican father walking with his young son. Just as I went by the boy said, “So did Zorro ever get OLD?” The father then began an explanation of how, yes, Zorro did get old, but he trained new Zorros, so all was ok. Both the boy and I were satisified.
