Pantheon

Since it's father's day, I though it would be appropriate to begin with my father. I probably would have begun this section with him regardless of the date .

Who:

Father of yours truly. Since nobody has written a Wiki entry for my father, I must supply the background myself.

My father was the seventh and last child of Antonio and Pilar Guirado, Spanish emigrants to Cuba in the year 1917. He was born in 1933 in Santiago, Cuba. Born in true poverty, my father would recount stories that many of us in abundant America can only imagine. His only toy as a child was a little wooden gun that broke the first time he used it. His watch didn't work, but he would set it every once in a while to pretend. He would eat quickly lest his brothers or sisters take his food. To this day, my father will eat whatever's placed in front of him, and in the case of chicken, break open the bones and eat what's inside.

My father was fast, though, winning medals in various races. He did well in school though he would mention stories where he displayed a certain genius for getting by in school without putting forth the best effort.

I won't mention other difficulties in his life, but they were many, lasting, and profound.

Despite all of these difficulties, my father developed a character above reproach. His hardships strengthened him in the classic manner.

After meeting all of the requirements for emigration to the United States amongst them a wait of five years, money in the bank, and a physical, my father arrived in the United States in 1955. He weighed 99 pounds. After watching Guys and Dolls his first week in his new country, my father began his assimilation into American society.

Sleeping on porches until his various waiter jobs permitted him to stay in a little apartment, my father followed the familiar path to the middle class. "Hardworking" is a term, like many others, that has lost some of its meaning in modern times. Today, people use "hardworking" to describe anybody who gets up on time. In my father's case, any description of his effort would be an understatement.

**details to be added later**

My father lived in New York and Los Angeles where he learned to fix televisions and found a job with RCA which he kept until his retirement in the nineties, after continuous work since the age of 12.

Why:

Look, I won't go into specifics for fear of embarrassing him, but I love my father and would do anything for him. I could only aspire to be half the man he is.

Guys and Dolls