Happy Birthday Mista Hecta!

Mista Hecta look at all the weight I lost!
This is a line from a past Garcia neighbor. It has got some good mileage since then.

Mista Hecta, this is what we did this weekend:
Diego Rivera museum

Hey Mista Hecta, the apple didn't fall too far from the tree!

GUNS!

Mista Hecta has a crazy paper route in a crazy part of town. He carries a gun. Once he was robbed at “gunpoint." Hector wasn’t sure if the gun was actually a finger in the man’s jacket pocket, or the real deal, so he handed over his wallet and valuables. Man walked away, Hector reminded the man he left his drink on top of the car, when man turned back to get it,Hector’s gun was pointing at him. Hector asked the man for his wallet and valuables back, in addition to the man's wallet, and then told him to run. Man obeyed, as bullets flew over his head.

Flashing lights, a siren, and a monkey peeing on Iris and me: this was the spectacular prize for shooting the golden animals. David was proud to have gotten it 2ce. Iris and I were not so proud.

Alameda

Palacio de Bellas Artes

Mista Hecta, hope the birthday was great!

The grand finale of Claire singing "Happy Birthday to You":