There was that one year, many years ago, when all the male members of the Cotolo family went to Mexico to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. Most of the men did not know how to speak Spanish. In fact, Uncle Carbine thought that Swedish was the national language of Mexico.

This rare shot of all my uncles (I believe my father is third from the second on the right) on my father's side (I think my father's side is covered by a pancho) was taken just before a band of Mexican musicians shook down the Cotolos for used bronze, which the Cotolos, all plumbers by trade, always had on their person.