My Uncle Tony was a character. He was an incredible piano player, and he made his own “Ron Ponche” it was an egg nog that he sold to the local supermarket at Christmastime.
He always had some outrageous story that he would tell us kids. Sometimes, If I looked at another adult while he was telling the story, they would roll their eyes like he might have been embellishing.
Well, I’m not a historian-so if you know some of the dates and additional facts send them my way!
Anyway, my favorite story of his starts out with him shooting a machine gun from a turret in front of the Palacio de las Garzas (Panama’s Presidential Palace.)
He was in front shooting into the presidential palace ,and everyone had fled.
He walked in to the presidential palace and put his feet up in the president’s chair and smoked a cigar.
While he was celebrating, his cohorts were busy divvying up who would be in charge, and what ministry they would be running. So by the time Uncle Tony was done celebrating, they had given all the “good” spots away. He protested and they made him the Governor of Colón province, that way he would be quiet and not stir anything else up.
I guess the moral of the story would be to wait before you celebrate, but I’m sure uncle Tony didn't regret much of anything he did. Thats’s the type of person he was.
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Hahaha! Great story! I wouldn’t want to find out it wasn’t all true. A regular “say-hello-to-my-lil-fren “moment.
Well I do know that he was governor for a bit, so that fact is real.