Woe…You got me really thinking there. I’m the oldest son of the oldest son of the oldest son of the oldest son of the —- well you can see the lineage growing.
My name Armando is a name generally given to military leaders. My last name Fierro means steel.

I’m not sure if there can be a much more powerful name than mine.

I’m also from the time when your parents spanked your butt (in public if need be — would even enlist the help of strangers if we got away,haha!) to get you back in line.

I was so tough when I went to boot camp I was laughing the whole time. They had nothing that would or could intimidate me.

Hell even when I went to war I had fun and joked around and laughed the whole time.

But as I’m getting older something is happening to me that has happened to all the oldest sons of oldest sons, I’m becoming a teddy bear.

I was not who I was when you met me by a long shot.

Its like our family legacy is peace with wisdom. As we grow older we become wiser and alot smileyer.

The bear that was my father growing up has become the crier with watching the Green Mile. And now I cant even make fun of him for being a sissy because I’m crying listening to the Dixie Chicks.

(of course if you tell anyone I’ll have to break your legs, haha)

Now that I’m thinking about it more I do remember that all of the older male members of our family were teddy bears. It was through them that our legacy continues.

Thanks for helping me realize that.

Love you babe

Mando