Goodbye Raul Ilustre Goco. I first met him in Dallas in the summer of 1967. We met some well-scrubbed All-American Yellow Roses of Texas - ain’t they purty! One of them howled when wife Marietta came. “Raowuuuul, I didn’t know you were married!!” Raul and Marietta (Tita) had traveled partly because they wanted to get over the poignant loss of a child who had drowned in the family swimming pool, if my memory is true.
With us in Southern Methodist U seminar that long cool summer (dry, not humid at all) was General Rene Ecarma, Judge Larry Jarencio and Efrain Treñas, and the latter’s missus, who, like Marietta seemed to believe in tight Jawo-man-to-man guarding. I had not been spoken for so Mrs. Trenas encouraged me to woo the daughter of the City Attorney, to improve our race (“mezclar,” she said). But, I have always been shy and torpe, which comes to mind cuz we have a bachelor Prez. So unlike his reported Kamandag Pop, who his Bedan classmates would tell me, was muy pillo con las mujeres. Urban legend? No wonder, Ninoy and Joker hit it famously.
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