Classic American West Coast Boxing

[bennie]

Going through some papers, I run into this article, thought I would share it with you.
On the second pic. from the top, you see Robert Blake walking with his lawyer and a
L.A. county deputy sheriff providing security during Blake's arraignment on a murder
charge, that deputy is my brother Mando, now retired.

Is Mando just behind the three men?

No, he is the one with the dark glasses.

A BIG guy.

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For Diego

Mario Maya, Spanish flamenco dancer, dies at 71

By Terence McArdle, Washington Post
October 20, 2008

Mario Maya, a Spanish-born Gypsy who created memorable works of flamenco dance and as a choreographer broadened the scope of the traditional form by adding elements from modern dance, died Sept. 27 of cancer at his home in Seville, Spain. He was 71.

Maya toured internationally and performed on Broadway, staging productions that combined flamenco dance and song with poetry and drama. They were programmatic works with a text and theme, often a message of Gypsy pride.

His troupe served as an incubator for flamenco dance talent, including dancers such as Israel Galvan and Maya's daughter, Belen. All three danced in director Carlos Saura's well-received 1995 performance film "Flamenco."

Flamenco dance, known for its audibly percussive foot and hand work and for the dancers' regal carriage, is believed to have originated in Andalusia in southern Spain with the mingling of the region's Gypsy, Muslim and Sephardic Jewish peasantry.

The dance form evolved from the mixing of Spanish court dances with the flamenco music of the Gypsies. Maya added a new dimension in the 1970s by borrowing from his modern-dance training with prominent figures such as Alvin Ailey and Alwin Nikolais.


Critics often described Maya as a new kind of flamenco dancer with a sensitivity and grace in his movements, deliberately reserved and even somber.

"Art isn't brute strength but sensitivity," he once said. "It isn't dead virtuosity but unexpected grace. The hard thing about art is to make it seem easy, inexplicable and indefinable."

In 1993, New York Times dance critic Anna Kisselgoff called Maya's "Three Flamenco Movements," staged in Manhattan with the dancer, "an impressive experiment in abstraction, often focusing on pure movement. Whatever emotions are expressed tend to come out of pattern rather than passion in Maya's choreography, and there are few of the outbursts popularly identified with Spanish dance concerts."

Mario Maya Fajardo was born in Cordoba, Spain, on Oct. 23, 1936, into a Gypsy family that soon moved to Granada. At 5, Maya bought a pair of old boots from a rag man for two pesetas with the goal of learning to dance.

"They had holes like that in the sole, and I put cardboard in," he said, according to Flamenco World magazine. "I would rehearse. The cardboard wore out, and I would put more cardboard in."

In Granada, Maya attended a Roman Catholic charity school for impoverished Gypsy children and danced for tourists in the caves of Sacromonte. An English painter, Josette Jones, won a cash prize for her portrait of the teenage dancer. She donated the money to Maya so he could go to Madrid, where he danced at nightclubs.

He joined the Pilar Lopez Spanish Ballet in 1956 and toured internationally with the company for two years. Returning to Madrid in 1959, he formed a dance duo with La Chunga, who was renowned for dancing barefoot.

Maya moved to New York in 1965 and studied modern dance at the Nikolais and Ailey schools before forming the Trio Madrid with dancers Carmen Mora, whom he would marry, and Eduardo "El Guito" Serrano. The trio won the 1976 national prize for flamenco dance from the Catedra de Flamencologia in Spain.

He started a larger dance troupe, the Mario Maya Flamenco Dance Company, in 1968 to produce more ambitious works. In 1976, he staged the show "Camelamanos Naquerar," with text by a Spanish Gypsy writer, Jose Heredia Maya. The title was in the Gypsy language of Calo and translates as "We Want to Speak Up."

The next year he presented "Ay, Jondo" (Song of Andalusia), based on the poetry of Juan de Loxa. The show toured Europe with a performance at the Biennial of Flamenco Art festival in Seville. Later works included "Amargo," based on the poetry of Federico Garcia Lorca.

Maya's awards for his choreography included the Gold Medal of Andalusia in 1986 and the Spanish Ministry of Culture's national dance prize in 1992.

His first wife died in a car crash in 1981. In addition to his daughter, Belen, from that marriage, survivors include his second wife, Mariana Ovalle Ibarra, and two other children.

[kikibalt]

Going through some papers, I run into this article, thought I would share it with you.
On the second pic. from the top, you see Robert Blake walking with his lawyer and a
L.A. county deputy sheriff providing security during Blake's arraignment on a murder
charge, that deputy is my brother Mando, now retired.



Is Mando just behind the three men?

No, he is the one with the dark glasses.

A BIG guy.

Not that big, Bennie, its just the suit...

[kikibalt]

Photo and caption by Robert Bolanos


Enrique Bolanos, Enrique's uncle, and my dad Roberto Bolanos

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Photo and caption by Robert Bolanos


This is a rare picture. This is Enrique, Enrique's mother named Herlinda Arango Bolanos, my father Roberto, my cousin Brandon and my sister Linda Bolanos. This was in San Antonio Texas around 1974.

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Photo and caption by Robert Bolanos


This tio Enrique with his son Ricky teaching how to box.

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Ronnie Shields

Another fighter from the 80's with a respectable career. Like many of the fighters from the 80's, which include Buddy McGirt, Freddie Roach and my own cousin Louie Burke, he has made a name for himself as a trainer.

As a fighter he finished his career with 33 fights, winning 26 of them, 19 by KO. He lost only 6 times in his career and drew once. He was stopped once in his career, a six round TKO by Guillermo Miranda in Mexico city.

Randy, Louie was robbed against Charlie 'White Lightning' Brown. Brown was such a manufactured TV fighter who got gift decisions against Louie and Frank Newton. He got his title shot but showed what he actually had in the tank when he stepped up.

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[dagosd2000]

For Diego

Mario Maya, Spanish flamenco dancer, dies at 71

By Terence McArdle, Washington Post
October 20, 2008

Mario Maya, a Spanish-born Gypsy who created memorable works of flamenco dance and as a choreographer broadened the scope of the traditional form by adding elements from modern dance, died Sept. 27 of cancer at his home in Seville, Spain. He was 71.

Maya toured internationally and performed on Broadway, staging productions that combined flamenco dance and song with poetry and drama. They were programmatic works with a text and theme, often a message of Gypsy pride.

His troupe served as an incubator for flamenco dance talent, including dancers such as Israel Galvan and Maya's daughter, Belen. All three danced in director Carlos Saura's well-received 1995 performance film "Flamenco."

Flamenco dance, known for its audibly percussive foot and hand work and for the dancers' regal carriage, is believed to have originated in Andalusia in southern Spain with the mingling of the region's Gypsy, Muslim and Sephardic Jewish peasantry.

The dance form evolved from the mixing of Spanish court dances with the flamenco music of the Gypsies. Maya added a new dimension in the 1970s by borrowing from his modern-dance training with prominent figures such as Alvin Ailey and Alwin Nikolais.


Critics often described Maya as a new kind of flamenco dancer with a sensitivity and grace in his movements, deliberately reserved and even somber.

"Art isn't brute strength but sensitivity," he once said. "It isn't dead virtuosity but unexpected grace. The hard thing about art is to make it seem easy, inexplicable and indefinable."

In 1993, New York Times dance critic Anna Kisselgoff called Maya's "Three Flamenco Movements," staged in Manhattan with the dancer, "an impressive experiment in abstraction, often focusing on pure movement. Whatever emotions are expressed tend to come out of pattern rather than passion in Maya's choreography, and there are few of the outbursts popularly identified with Spanish dance concerts."

Mario Maya Fajardo was born in Cordoba, Spain, on Oct. 23, 1936, into a Gypsy family that soon moved to Granada. At 5, Maya bought a pair of old boots from a rag man for two pesetas with the goal of learning to dance.

"They had holes like that in the sole, and I put cardboard in," he said, according to Flamenco World magazine. "I would rehearse. The cardboard wore out, and I would put more cardboard in."

In Granada, Maya attended a Roman Catholic charity school for impoverished Gypsy children and danced for tourists in the caves of Sacromonte. An English painter, Josette Jones, won a cash prize for her portrait of the teenage dancer. She donated the money to Maya so he could go to Madrid, where he danced at nightclubs.

He joined the Pilar Lopez Spanish Ballet in 1956 and toured internationally with the company for two years. Returning to Madrid in 1959, he formed a dance duo with La Chunga, who was renowned for dancing barefoot.

Maya moved to New York in 1965 and studied modern dance at the Nikolais and Ailey schools before forming the Trio Madrid with dancers Carmen Mora, whom he would marry, and Eduardo "El Guito" Serrano. The trio won the 1976 national prize for flamenco dance from the Catedra de Flamencologia in Spain.

He started a larger dance troupe, the Mario Maya Flamenco Dance Company, in 1968 to produce more ambitious works. In 1976, he staged the show "Camelamanos Naquerar," with text by a Spanish Gypsy writer, Jose Heredia Maya. The title was in the Gypsy language of Calo and translates as "We Want to Speak Up."

The next year he presented "Ay, Jondo" (Song of Andalusia), based on the poetry of Juan de Loxa. The show toured Europe with a performance at the Biennial of Flamenco Art festival in Seville. Later works included "Amargo," based on the poetry of Federico Garcia Lorca.

Maya's awards for his choreography included the Gold Medal of Andalusia in 1986 and the Spanish Ministry of Culture's national dance prize in 1992.

His first wife died in a car crash in 1981. In addition to his daughter, Belen, from that marriage, survivors include his second wife, Mariana Ovalle Ibarra, and two other children.

Frank
Thanks for posting that. Maya was an old school dancer from what they say. Flamenco is not even a part of Western Civilization. Gypsy and Arabic influences with Spanish themes. International Flamenco is becoming very popular,but the people in the villages who dance Flamenco are very old fashioned in their ways. They're stubborn and unwilling to change. Nothing else interests them outside of the music. Even other types of music. The Roman Catholic Church,family,regional food-that's about it. Their lives are very simple. Yhe idea of a daily routine is not in their culture.

If you were to ask someone like Maya who is the best Flamenco dancer,his answer would have probably been,"The one who's having the most fun."

[dagosd2000]

LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY

Watched a Pop Warner football game yesterday. That's how I started coaching football. Coaching the little guys. When I played in high school and college I didn't understand the big picture. I knew my position and my assignments,but was I playing the game with blinders on. I had good coaches,but maybe at that time I couldn't grasp all of it. When I began coaching the game is when I began to realize how intricate and technical it is.

Like boxing,it may seem like it's easy,but the practice it takes to hone your skills takes a lot of hard work. As I moved up,I enjoyed passing along what I learned about football to my players. In the end I thought I turned out to be better coach than the ones who taught me the game. After 17 years of it,I knew the desire had left me. I retired from coaching having no regrets.

Today I took my 8 year old grandson Adam to his Karate school picnic at the beach. Lots of good food,nice people,friendly conversation. The boys began to play touch football on the lawn. They were running around with an abundance of energy. After the hot dogs and hamburgers were ready the kids took a break. They left the ball on the grass. I began to think when was the last time I picked up a football. I couldn't remember. Suddenly I got an urge to pick up that football and throw it as far as I could. I pulled myself up from my chair and hobbled over to that lonely looking ball. Just as I was bending down to pick it up, my grandson came running by in front of me and kicked the ball down the field. The rest of the boys scurried after it. I watched them scrambling for the ball. I then turned and walked slowly back to my chair. As I watched the boys playing again,I tried again to remember the last time I threw a football.

Now you know how Charlie Brown feels when Lucy pulls away the ball when he is going kick it... :(

Good one :(

[dagosd2000]

LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY

Watched a Pop Warner football game yesterday. That's how I started coaching football. Coaching the little guys. When I played in high school and college I didn't understand the big picture. I knew my position and my assignments,but was I playing the game with blinders on. I had good coaches,but maybe at that time I couldn't grasp all of it. When I began coaching the game is when I began to realize how intricate and technical it is.

Like boxing,it may seem like it's easy,but the practice it takes to hone your skills takes a lot of hard work. As I moved up,I enjoyed passing along what I learned about football to my players. In the end I thought I turned out to be better coach than the ones who taught me the game. After 17 years of it,I knew the desire had left me. I retired from coaching having no regrets.

Today I took my 8 year old grandson Adam to his Karate school picnic at the beach. Lots of good food,nice people,friendly conversation. The boys began to play touch football on the lawn. They were running around with an abundance of energy. After the hot dogs and hamburgers were ready the kids took a break. They left the ball on the grass. I began to think when was the last time I picked up a football. I couldn't remember. Suddenly I got an urge to pick up that football and throw it as far as I could. I pulled myself up from my chair and hobbled over to that lonely looking ball. Just as I was bending down to pick it up, my grandson came running by in front of me and kicked the ball down the field. The rest of the boys scurried after it. I watched them scrambling for the ball. I then turned and walked slowly back to my chair. As I watched the boys playing again,I tried again to remember the last time I threw a football.

Now you know how Charlie Brown feels when Lucy pulls away the ball when he is going kick it... :(

Not only that but now you won't have to admit to all of us how your arm is so sore you can't write on the chalk board in your class!

Bruce
I was thinking about that,but my body is so falling apart,I wouldn't have given a shit.

[bennie]

Ronnie Shields

Another fighter from the 80's with a respectable career. Like many of the fighters from the 80's, which include Buddy McGirt, Freddie Roach and my own cousin Louie Burke, he has made a name for himself as a trainer.

As a fighter he finished his career with 33 fights, winning 26 of them, 19 by KO. He lost only 6 times in his career and drew once. He was stopped once in his career, a six round TKO by Guillermo Miranda in Mexico city.

Randy, Louie was robbed against Charlie 'White Lightning' Brown. Brown was such a manufactured TV fighter who got gift decisions against Louie and Frank Newton. He got his title shot but showed what he actually had in the tank when he stepped up.

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Louie hasn't piled on the pounds like Ronnie and Buddy. My God! Those guys are HUGE. I attended a show in Bolton last December (Bolton in December: that gives new meaning to the word 'grim') and McGirt was there working with Liverpool's Paul Smith. He came to ringside early in the night to watch a couple of fights, and I was honestly trying not to laugh at the former fabulous fighter. He has tiny little legs and a massive upper body.
He looks for all the world like one of Ken Dodd's diddy men.

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Suh was the first man to beat Mando Ramos. (1967)
A fight I seen live at the Olympic, also fighting on the
card was Ernie "Red" Lopes, and Larry Harding, but
I can't remember who they fought.[/quote]

Frank, a little trivia from the past. After Suh beat Ramos, the Olympic started gearing him up for a title fight with Raul Rojas. He was offered another fight to keep him hot against another prospect the Olympic was grooming, who was fighting later in the week. So Suh took in the fight at the Olympic to see what they were offering and flatly turned down the proposed opponent. He didn't like the looks of this Rodolfo Gonzalez kid who had just knocked out Claudio Adame. So, the Olympic set him up with someone ordinary, Suh won and met Rojas for his title. In the full scope of things, it was a smart move on Suh's part if the title fight was already signed. You wouldn't want to jeopardise that against an unranked fighter who was looking a bit scary.

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[dagosd2000]

LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY

Watched a Pop Warner football game yesterday. That's how I started coaching football. Coaching the little guys. When I played in high school and college I didn't understand the big picture. I knew my position and my assignments,but was I playing the game with blinders on. I had good coaches,but maybe at that time I couldn't grasp all of it. When I began coaching the game is when I began to realize how intricate and technical it is.

Like boxing,it may seem like it's easy,but the practice it takes to hone your skills takes a lot of hard work. As I moved up,I enjoyed passing along what I learned about football to my players. In the end I thought I turned out to be better coach than the ones who taught me the game. After 17 years of it,I knew the desire had left me. I retired from coaching having no regrets.

Today I took my 8 year old grandson Adam to his Karate school picnic at the beach. Lots of good food,nice people,friendly conversation. The boys began to play touch football on the lawn. They were running around with an abundance of energy. After the hot dogs and hamburgers were ready the kids took a break. They left the ball on the grass. I began to think when was the last time I picked up a football. I couldn't remember. Suddenly I got an urge to pick up that football and throw it as far as I could. I pulled myself up from my chair and hobbled over to that lonely looking ball. Just as I was bending down to pick it up, my grandson came running by in front of me and kicked the ball down the field. The rest of the boys scurried after it. I watched them scrambling for the ball. I then turned and walked slowly back to my chair. As I watched the boys playing again,I tried again to remember the last time I threw a football.

Rog, my son who is ten is playing linebacker on his 5th and 6th grade team at his school. he goes to Catholic school and they play other Catholic schools.
He is small but tough. He is in 5th grade , so the 6th graders get 90 percent of the playing time so he wasnt getting much of a chance to play.
Yesterday the coach put him at outside linebacker in the fourth quarter .He made four tackles in a row a couple were BIG hits.
Im real proud of him.
Then, he went home and put on his hockey equipment . He had a game that same evening.
Hes a good boy.

You kmow Pug old pal,there used to be a time when I wanted my son to go out there and tear those guys a new A-- Hole,but now I look at my grandson and I just don't want him to get hurt. If he doesn't want to be the rough tough football player,it's fine with me. I don't see that in him. His dad wants him to be a Karate Black Belt. Take it from me,he's out there for his dad. My grandson is not an aggressive kid. He's a nice boy.

You can move up though in Karate without testing yourself against oppositon that much. You earn your belts by going through routines. In boxing you earn your titles by fighting the other guy. Also Karate is not that much of a contact sport. Ever see a "punchy" Black Belt in Karate?

[raylawpc]

Going through some papers, I run into this article, thought I would share it with you.
On the second pic. from the top, you see Robert Blake walking with his lawyer and a
L.A. county deputy sheriff providing security during Blake's arraignment on a murder
charge, that deputy is my brother Mando, now retired.



Is Mando just behind the three men?

No, he is the one with the dark glasses.

A BIG guy.

Not that big, Bennie, its just the suit...

Anyone over 5-5 looks big standing next to Robert Blake.

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I have Joe-the plumber here doing some work, and all I can see in his eyes is $ signs...

[bennie]

Going through some papers, I run into this article, thought I would share it with you.
On the second pic. from the top, you see Robert Blake walking with his lawyer and a
L.A. county deputy sheriff providing security during Blake's arraignment on a murder
charge, that deputy is my brother Mando, now retired.



Is Mando just behind the three men?

No, he is the one with the dark glasses.

A BIG guy.

Not that big, Bennie, its just the suit...

Anyone over 5-5 looks big standing next to Robert Blake.

Christ! This guy was more guilty than OJ.

[kikibalt]

Going through some papers, I run into this article, thought I would share it with you.
On the second pic. from the top, you see Robert Blake walking with his lawyer and a
L.A. county deputy sheriff providing security during Blake's arraignment on a murder
charge, that deputy is my brother Mando, now retired.



Is Mando just behind the three men?

No, he is the one with the dark glasses.

A BIG guy.

Not that big, Bennie, its just the suit...

Anyone over 5-5 looks big standing next to Robert Blake.

More like 5-4 Mando said...

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Yes, I remember now: as well as being a place where champions usually always lost their titles, it was also literally built on a graveyard.
I also remember Brian Snagg, Bunclarke, et all. They were good lads. Off the top of my head, one of the last biggish fights there must have been Roy Gumbs defending his British middleweight title. Gumbs, if you pardon this rather unusual aside, apparently had a secret weapon Dion Dublin would have envied. This broke in the press and every headline involving Gumbs for a while read along the lines of "Roy's strength can swing it."
This is true.

Cheers, Rob.[/quote]

This was said in a completely heterosexual way, in case anyone is worried. Gumbs took part in one of the last 15-rounders at the Stadium, for sure, but Clinton McKenzie trounced Alan Lamb over 12 rounds at the venue in a later British title fight in 1983.
Clinton had been outscored in the Montreal Olympics by someone called Sugar Ray Leonard.[/quote]

Bennie, that's a laugh about Gumbs. I never heard that about his..errrr...surplus before. I'm wondering just how the hell that broke in the press. Were they camping outside his shower? I'm reminded of Billy Connolly's famous line, "Crikey, it looked like a baby's arm hanging out of a pram!" But aside from natures generous benefits, Gumbs was perplexing to me for awhile. There was a Vegas publication here called Sporting News, which was always laying odds and the boxing piece was written by this dude named Ben Greene. Greene showed open partiality towards certain fighters. I mean openly, which made one think he was getting something under the table. He would always reference some obscure fighter like Fighting Jim and when he would get his title shot (the first decent fighter he fought knocked him out, which I think was Sandy Torres). This was the first time I heard of Gumbs, because Greene wouldn't even reference him as getting a title fight, he would reference it very forthright and blatant, "When Gumbs wins the world title from Hagler...". It was really strange but again, very obvious something was going on. This Greene was good friends with Bill Daniels, Carlos Ortiz's manager. And if you want to dig deep, look at who the officials were for the first Ortiz-Laguna match. The one fighter who called it a draw was none other than Ben Greene. The story was he had to run out of Panama as fast as he could because they wanted to string him up.

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[bennie]

Yes, I remember now: as well as being a place where champions usually always lost their titles, it was also literally built on a graveyard.
I also remember Brian Snagg, Bunclarke, et all. They were good lads. Off the top of my head, one of the last biggish fights there must have been Roy Gumbs defending his British middleweight title. Gumbs, if you pardon this rather unusual aside, apparently had a secret weapon Dion Dublin would have envied. This broke in the press and every headline involving Gumbs for a while read along the lines of "Roy's strength can swing it."
This is true.

Cheers, Rob.

This was said in a completely heterosexual way, in case anyone is worried. Gumbs took part in one of the last 15-rounders at the Stadium, for sure, but Clinton McKenzie trounced Alan Lamb over 12 rounds at the venue in a later British title fight in 1983.
Clinton had been outscored in the Montreal Olympics by someone called Sugar Ray Leonard.[/quote]

Bennie, that's a laugh about Gumbs. I never heard that about his..errrr...surplus before. I'm wondering just how the hell that broke in the press. Were they camping outside his shower? I'm reminded of Billy Connolly's famous line, "Crikey, it looked like a baby's arm hanging out of a pram!" But aside from natures generous benefits, Gumbs was perplexing to me for awhile. There was a Vegas publication here called Sporting News, which was always laying odds and the boxing piece was written by this dude named Ben Greene. Greene showed open partiality towards certain fighters. I mean openly, which made one think he was getting something under the table. He would always reference some obscure fighter like Fighting Jim and when he would get his title shot (the first decent fighter he fought knocked him out, which I think was Sandy Torres). This was the first time I heard of Gumbs, because Greene wouldn't even reference him as getting a title fight, he would reference it very forthright and blatant, "When Gumbs wins the world title from Hagler...". It was really strange but again, very obvious something was going on. This Greene was good friends with Bill Daniels, Carlos Ortiz's manager. And if you want to dig deep, look at who the officials were for the first Ortiz-Laguna match. The one fighter who called it a draw was none other than Ben Greene. The story was he had to run out of Panama as fast as he could because they wanted to string him up.

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Dion Dublin, in case you are wondering, is a former professional footballer. Alex Ferguson, famous manager of Man Utd, commented on the size of his willy and that broke in the press, too. With Gumbs, it was more the boxing press, and everyone in the trade would chuckle but it all got rather boring.
Roy could fight but lacked confidence. He WAS actually close to a shot at Hagler, if he had beaten Mark Kaylor, that is. Kaylor climbed up from a heavy knockdown and, as Gumbs walked in for the kill, nailed the Jamaican with a perfect right hand and took all the courage out of Gumbs, who surrendered a round later.

[RBolanos]

Hi Guys,

My name is Robert Bolanos. I am newphew of Enrique Bolanos. I am interested in getting Jose Luis Cotero phone number as well. My Father fought Jose luis Cotero and I am usre my father would like to tall to Mr. Cotero.

Sincerely Robert Bolanos

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Photo and caption by Robert Bolanos


Here is another picture. The person on the left is Ricardo Montalbal, Rita Moreno, I don't know this person is, Enrique, Jimmy Lennon Sr, Ruby, and I don't know who the two people on the far right are . Perhaps the other members can help identify them.

Robert jr

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I want to thank Robert Bolanos Jr. for sharing these great photos with us.

[bennie]

Hi Guys,

My name is Robert Bolanos. I am newphew of Enrique Bolanos. I am interested in getting Jose Luis Cotero phone number as well. My Father fought Jose luis Cotero and I am usre my father would like to tall to Mr. Cotero.

Sincerely Robert Bolanos

Hello, Robert, and a warm welcome.

[dagosd2000]

Hi Guys,

My name is Robert Bolanos. I am newphew of Enrique Bolanos. I am interested in getting Jose Luis Cotero phone number as well. My Father fought Jose luis Cotero and I am usre my father would like to tall to Mr. Cotero.

Sincerely Robert Bolanos

Hello, Robert, and a warm welcome.

Robert
I work with a kid in the school district whose uncle is Jose Luis Cotero. He's been promising to get the phone number from his uncle. I promise you I'll put more presure on him. Roger