Nopales Guisados

My father’s name is Salvador Guerrero. He worked in Texas, all over the United States, working for a train company, cleaning the wagons. He worked in Oregon at a fish company and a chicken company. And, finally, in Salinas in the farms. He got his papers during the amnesty of President Carter. He became a United States citizen in 1970. When he passes the Oakland towers where he became a citizen, he still cries every time. I didn’t know that until I got here. At any time he