Typical story that Filipinos tell each other. This one heard over breakfast. There was a lady who had sixteen children. Fifteen of them were born at home. The last one was born in a hospital. The mother was so nervous about being in a hospital (never having had to be confined in one before) that she kept screaming for anesthesia. When the child, a girl, was finally born, the proud parents named their daughter Anastasia.
Yesterday’s ceremony went well except for a shocking oversight: the Philippine Embassy didn’t play the national anthem.
I made an appeal to the Jewish-American community to use their clout to lobby for Filipino veterans; they responded enthusiastically. Right then and there they began networking with people from the embassy, in particular the veterans affairs people, to network and start planning how to help. I was very touched by this. More on this in a future column.