There is no doubt that Ken Burns makes some fine documentaries. That would explain why there was a protest for the inclusion of Latinos. Well, the impact of the protests affected the content of the final version of “The War” by Ken Burns and now Latinos are mentioned in the documentary.

I don’t often think about Mexicans in war except in the Mexican Revolution or Vietnam. The Mexican Revolution is part of the Mexican psyche even for those who were too young to recall it.

I always recall Vietnam because I met some of these veterans when they returned from Vietnam. My Uncle Joseph died in Vietnam in 1968 and I remember going to his funeral thinking that I would someday have to go to Vietnam, too. Well, all this reminded me of my father-in-law Louis L. Chávez when he lived with us while I was still married. He was proud that his grandfather had been a general in President Porfirio Díaz’s army. However, when the Mexican Revolution began, his grandfather and family escaped to Chicago where they had family. Louis had his grandfather’s commission papers for general signed by Porfirio Díaz himself.

Well, during WWII, Louis enlisted in the army was immediately shipped to Europe where he was an MP in a prisoner of war camp. One day, one of the German prisoners, was saying something in German to Louis, which he didn’t understand. Finally, the German prisoner spoke to Louis in Spanish because the prisoner thought he looked Mexican. So Louis carried a short conversation with this prisoner in Spanish. It turns out that the German prisoner was living in Argentina, but was drafted by Hitler. The German prisoner referred to the Fuhrer as “ese maldito Hitler” [“that damn Hitler”].

Well, there were plenty of Mexicans in WWII, but not many people know about them, so Ken Burns should at least make a passing mention of them.

Well, yesterday, Father’s Day, was supposed to be a day to honor fathers everywhere. But here in Chicago, some fathers were “honored” by being arrested for not paying their child support. A few of these men were really caught off guard. I guess the sheriff’s plan worked perfectly. Fatherhood requires certain responsibilities. And that’s why I had postponed having children until I was ready.

For the longest time, my mother begged me to have children. But I wasn’t ready yet when she wanted grandchildren. Two of my younger brothers had already made her a grandmother, but she wanted grandchildren from me, her firstborn. Ironically, I often think of my mother on Father’s Day.

And today, I told my sons what I had wanted to tell them on Father’s Day after we saw the movie the Fantastic Four, but I didn’t because I would have felt like my father. So, I told them that we are the Fantastic Four! Of course, they groaned as I had anticipated! That made it even more perfect! Hopefully, they’ll remember this in the future.

Today I spent Father’s Day with my three sons, and I really enjoyed it even though we didn’t do anything too extravagant. All we did was go to see the movie The Fantastic Four.

I managed to restrain myself from making a comment that my father would have made: “We are the Fantastic Four because we’re all together!” I remember when my father would pick me up to take me driving while I still had my driver’s permit. Whenever the song “Nice to Be with You” by Gallery played on the radio, my father would start singing along, “Oh, it’s so nice to be with you / And I love all the things you say and do” pointing to me. I mean he was incredibly happy to take me out driving.

Now that I think of it, I should have told my sons that we are the Fantastic Four. They would have groaned, but they would remember this day years from now.

Tonight, I went to the presentation of a new book by Marcia Farr titled Rancheros en Chicagoacán. Well, you will be surprised to learn that Mexicans vary in language and culture from region to region. This book deals with the subject of Mexicans from the state of Michoacán who live in both Mexico and Chicago. The host of the event was thinking of using the Monarch butterfly as a logo for Casa Michoacán since it travels freely from Michoacán and the U.S.

I arrived at the Casa Michoacán ten minutes before the event was supposed to start. When I sat down, the only two men in the place who were conversing in Spanish greeted me in English. I’m sure why, but they did. I, however, greeted them in Spanish. Somehow, they didn’t find this at all unusual. When some women entered they all automatically greeted me in Spanish. More people came, but the organizers decided to wait a little longer to give the latecomers a chance to arrive.

They started a half-hour late. Even the author Marcia Farr was late. I guess she really adapted well to Mexican time while living in Michoacán. (Whenever I have a party, I tell everyone that the party starts at 4 if I want everyone to come at 5.) I did get to eat and have a glass of wine while there. And they gave me a free T-shirt!

There are very few things that I regret in life.

Sure, I’ve made my fair share of mistakes, but I usually try to learn from them and not regret them. However, every time I go to downtown Chicago, I recall how much I love and have always loved Chicago.

When I was in grade school and we had a day off from grade school for a holiday, my friend Adrian and I would hop on the bus and go downtown and enjoy a day of sightseeing and just wandering around downtown Chicago.

In high school, I used to compete in chess tournaments in the ballrooms of downtown hotels. Between games, I loved walking around downtown just sightseeing. I especially enjoyed window shopping even though I didn’t have enough money to buy anything.

But one day, I saw something that absolutely amazed me: a chess set. But not just any chess set. This set of chessmen was designed using Chicago icons for the pieces! The chess set was not very functional for tournament play because instead of using the Staunton design, if memory serves me correctly, the rook was the Water Tower, the knight was the Picasso, the queen was Miro’s lady, the king was the Sear Tower, and I forget the rest of the pieces.

This chess set combined my two loves at once. The pieces were made of brushed stainless-steel set on a marble chessboard. I was in such awe of this chess set that I didn’t even bother entering the store to ask how much it cost. I just knew I couldn’t afford it. Well, I regret not entering the store and touching the pieces and not asking how much it cost. Maybe I could have scraped up enough money to buy at least the chessmen.

Over the years, I fondly recall that chess set and every time I go downtown, I look in all the store windows with the hope of finding that chess set. And this time I will buy it regardless of the price!