Old Luncheons

Some dinner nights ago, my brother thought of having a luncheon with the 'old'er employees of our pop's tailoring shop. They were those loyal employees from my grandpop's RTW botique in what used to be a quaint street in a bustling city that is Tarlac. That was perhaps ages ago, in the 60's. All I can remember of them when we rarely visited the province were Halo-halo and pancit and that famous chicken. Those were wonderful days; those were like family.

It's sometimes funny to hear their stories and experiences with the other side of 'the family'.






Until next time.