Volunteer: David Anderson
Contributions from David Anderson
I met Diego while walking through town to the main bus stop. He ran up from behind and yelled “Oy,chele!” (hey, whitie!) and offered to shine my shoes. Over his small shoulder he was lugging the typical wooden box the shoe shine boys used to carry their brushes and polish as they ran around town looking for work: dusty cowboy boots and leather shoes. He was about eight years old and had a cocky strut. His hands, face, and tank top were smudged and, in some places, nearly covered with shoe po...