The next day it was over to Bobbo’s to pick up the van. Pablito wanted to pay me for the trip but I told him nothing doing, you can just pay the gas. Before we left out I had to drive Bobbo to Uncle Barney’s where the silverfish roam, and then, after a brief hello and goodbye to Moms, we were on our way. Pablito made the trip in the back, rolled up in a rug with cardboard boxes piled on top of him. We had to be careful. There was a checkpoint at San Oenofre. But he was in great spirits, singing... Sign in to see full entry.