By Leonardo Micua WE motored to Manila last Wednesday to pay our last respect to our boss, Ermin F. Garcia Jr., who made THE Sunday PUNCH , the jewel in Pangasinan journalism, just as what his father, Ermin E. Garcia Sr., wished when he founded the paper in 1956….
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo INDULGE me a bit. At times when I look at the moon in the dead of the night, I wonder if, my life, as little as the lights in the houses from a distant mountain, still matter to the universe. Perhaps, this is why I…
(A Tribute to Sir Ermin Garcia Jr.) By Eva C Visperas SOMETIME in 1991, a young woman walked into the doors of The Sunday PUNCH — unsure, unpolished, and quite frankly, terrified. That woman was me. But Sir Ermin opened the door wide — not just literally, but also figuratively….
By Farah G. Decano THE man I knew as Tito Ermin was a paradox. Despite the tough, hard-hitting image he projected, he possessed a surprising and rare sensitivity in his interactions with others, myself included. While many mature men, the “feeling men” and the “pamintas” — found my stubborn…
By Rex Catubig THE eastern sky began to darken at 2p.m. Soon after, an ominous burst of thunder warned of a heavy downpour. By that time, it was already raining gallons in Sta Barbara; and Urdaneta was also getting drenched. It was imminent, it was just a matter of…
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