Rebirth stories
As in past years during Easter, I’ve asked my son Roel, a literature/writing teacher, to share some reflections: Back then, in the days leading up to Easter Sunday, I remember walking along the eerily deserted streets of the relatively small commercial area outside the gated community in which I grew up. I’d imagine tumbleweed languidly rolling alongside me, and Mr. Weng on horseback in 1982’s D’Wild Wild Weng, about to take on a gang of bandits and sinister ninjas in 18th century California. B
Source: philstar.com