He says it's been two weekends since he last saw her, counting this weekend. Today is Thursday. He stands, barely five feet tall, in his gravel driveway in Magnolia, that Hispanic expanse to the east of downtown, between the Maxwell House plant and the Ship Channel. "Dad, how come you keep going over there?" he says his 20-year-old son kept asking. "The lady isn't offering you nothing -- no kind of compassion, no kind of hugs, no kind of kisses, nothing." So he says he's not going to see her anymore, he's finally wised up. He doesn't want his real name used, so let's... More >>>