a raconteur’s attempt

Daddy’s high school graduation(SLU, Boy’s High)Dad-first from left.Ramon-back with dark suit.

I wasn’t really in to letting the whole world know 
how I'm juggling my life. On thoughts that others 
have their own lives to deal with. But,  I also 
believe that there are some who have the time to
read. Some who even cares to read. And, some
who are just obliged to read.


The very reason why I dared to join the craze of 
"blogging the world"(with worries on my limited
jargon and groping sentence structure) is the 
story of my Daddy Danny about my grandfather, 
Ramon.


After almost 30 posts, I haven't entered any of 
that story. It was Lukie if not Dylan or Boogie is 
what I'm punching in.


The realization came to me that the two prior wise
men in my family keep on leading me to how I
should drive my life. They made me pour out the 
best gift I can leave to my boys - the stories that
weaved their existence and my obssession to 
blog their allegory. Through all these, I hope
they will always feel special and truly loved.


This is why  "a raconteur's attempt" met and
merged with the world wide web. And, same 
reason why I have to relocate my struggling
blog for you to have a piece of where and why
it all started -My Lolo Ramon.