The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » The Flag Bearer Christopher and Captain Imperfecto at the pre-flag meeting on the Hard Rock Stadium field. October 14, 2018 November 30, 2018 "Can you get a little closer, please? Come on folks, can you just squeeze in there and fill all the gaps. There are many people here. I don't have a bullhorn, as you can see". My son and I were invited to pull the giant American flag across the football field during a Miami Dolphins game. A true honor for me as a lifelong fan and one hell of an experience for Christopher, my 9-year-old son. The gentleman speaking to us was on the half portion of one of several spiral walkways that usually can hold about 500 people in segments as they enter and leave the stadium. As he told us the rules, I listened intensely. Christopher sat there on a golf cart, mimicking a race car. He seemed very interested. ·  no opposing team gear! ·  No running with your phones because it could be gone forever if it falls ...

You are here: Home » The Haunted Land, a Halloween Story Christopher (front) and Nico just got their fresh haircuts. Snip-its, September 20, 2018  October 20, 2018 If you could find your way to the valley of Indigenous Falls, nestled in a deep crevice of ancestral land. And you were lucky enough to locate the path hidden deep in the thick green forest. One could follow this path, and it would lead you to a baron land. Not only does nothing grow here, but also, not one living thing can survive on this cursed land. You will not find a mammal, a reptile, or an insect. The story is told to generations of people about this spiritual land, which can give you everything and anything that you could have ever wanted. But your wants, needs, and cures will be used against you, as the land is known to have taken many lives. Only one person has ever made it out to tell her tale of this land. She will speak to anyone who will listen about a property that goes way back to the Native ...

You are here: Home » Safety Zone Nico (left) and Christopher standing by their drone! (September 24, 2018) September 30, 2018 Down the block from our house, there's a park where my kids like to play and just be kids without any of the worries we parents have. Damn, it must be good to be in their safety zone.   The boys travel by foot, or at times their electric scooter, along the tree-lined street. They sure are enjoying their youth. I hope they truly understand how lucky they are to be this young.   Their innocence is evident in the purity of the conversations I overhear while walking beside them. Occasionally, I ask them about the latest things happening. Still, I'm too uncool for them to develop exciting topics. Can I just sit and stay in their five-mile safety zone? My youngest turned 9 years old, and he will fly a drone for the first time. I have never flown a drone, so I am eager to see how it works. I'm excited to feel like a kid fo...

You are here: Home » Big Wheel Nico and Christopher on their first day of school. (August 13, 2018) August 31, 2018 Talking to my children in the car on our way to drop them off at school is an insightful way for me to learn about all the things I loved when I was their age while listening to what they love so much.  A topic of discussion that I brought up was a Big Wheel. After I Googled Big Wheel and showed them what it was, I explained the pure joy of riding that plastic 3-wheeler up and down my block in a convoy with all my friends. That larger-than-life front wheel spun round and round as I heavy-footed the pedal up and down our block.  Boy, we wore out that sidewalk.  We drove in cadence, zig-zagged without crashing, and went all day. "Daddy, those are kids on that. I can't believe you were that little once!" I chuckled.  It was a different time and place than the life they lead now.  We hadn't ushered in...

You are here: Home » Endure and Enduring Nico (front) and Christopher (the distance) flying their kites off the coast of Cuba. (July 24, 2018.) July 25, 2018 Endure and enduring. Words that look the same, but these verbs can work for you or against you. Endure: suffer patiently. Or, endure, remain in existence, last, live, go on...survive. Life’s little problems go hand-in-hand with our daily routines.  I have written about my woes and sadness, good times, and fun stories, which I have encountered over the past 6 years from my daily dose of reality.  But when I read the story about the woman who lost her husband, 3 kids, and 6 family members, I can’t help but feel guilty for having sadness.  Oh my, how will she ever endure what she is enduring? Deep inside, I know I’m grateful that her situation wasn’t mine.  Who would wish such horror on anyone?  When I was younger, my 2 friends, who were brothers, died within...