Don Luis Durazo Redondo

Don Luis Durazo Redondo 1921-1996 How quickly a year goes by. Did you get the Cohibas? I paid for "VERY SPECIAL DELIVERY". You and Joe no doubt have made some new friends. I remember what a kick you got out of Tony Curtis dressed in drag in Some Like it Hot. Jean Simmons was so beautiful in Guys and Dolls. No one could sing Stormy Weather like Lena Horne. I'll venture a guess that you still haven't met any lawyers up there, with the exception of Henry Severyn. Driving by El Rio Golf Course the other day, I remember you telling me, that as a kid, back in the 30's you made 25 cents for caddying 18 holes. During what were the early days of the Tucson Open you carried golf bags for Bob Hope and Fred Astaire. Each tipped you 5 dollars. That must have bought a lot of beans and tortillas in those days. A guy came by the other morning asking if I wanted to "get rid " of the Tata truck. I sent him packing before I lost my temper. I'm a year older than you were when you retired from the railroad. No end in sight for me yet pop. Wish I had been as smart as you about these things. When times are tough I miss you most of all. When I was a little boy you comforted me with a hug, you dried by tears and said the magic words, "No lloras mi Rey." My mom is fine and I doubt a day passes when your name does not cross her lips. She is still truckin' all over town in the blue Jimmy. I love you and look forward to seeing you pop, just not too soon. I've got lots of work to do to assure admission. As Winston Churchill once said, "I'm ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is ready for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter." And in the words of Roy Rogers, "Happy Trails To You, Until We Meet Again". Bobby.