By Rex Catubig   I feel trapped in a time warp. While I’m fully aware of my advanced age that osteoarthritis has proclaimed and confirmed unabashedly, I realize that I have not really fully grasped the inevitability of age, the accretion in years, and the imminence of death. My theater…

In memory of Millette Mendoza Rutledge By Rex Catubig   I flew into the Bay area, three more times to visit Millette. At one time, I organized a Luau in her backyard and invited a couple of friends to fly in and join us. Each time I tried to create…

In memory of Millette Mendoza Ruthledge By Rex Catubig   I was in bed watching the ABC7 6 o’clock Eyewitness News when the phone rang. I reached for the bedside phone and limply said, “Hello”. “It’s Millette!”, exclaimed the voice on the other end. It took a trillion secs before…

By Rex Catubig   HE was the antithesis of a city official during his term as Mayor. He was down to earth, loud and foul-mouthed– way before a later Mayor in the south claimed the patent for crassness and rudeness. But the redneck and hillbilly pretensions were all shock tactics…

By Rex Catubig   I WAS fixing my bed-zombied self and arranging my nine o’clock face for the day,  when my Messenger rang incessantly. It was Lenuski Peruskiini on the other side of the world, apparently taking a break from his dinner and in the process of opening a bottle…

By Rex Catubig   I grew up in Calmay which was cut off from the población by the river. Our barrio had everything a village needed, but we would cross the river aboard a banca to partake of life on the other side. On Sundays, my mother and I would…

By Rex Catubig   EXPECT the unexpected and bizarre in the seniors’ Jayceeken meeting. In one of the group’s afternoon merienda meets, its safe harbor, the Luz canteen, proved true to its name as it was brightened by the luminous strain of a member’s saxophone. But in contrast to the…