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Living in the barrio of Phoenix, Arizona meant always being hungry, using my dog, Trampa, for a blanket in winter, swimming in the cool waters of a canal in summer.
...learning to survive there began after my parents divorce forced us to move. A "Lil' Black Cloud" seemed to descend upon me; indicative of gloomy things to happen, appearing and disappearing over my head for the rest of my life.
A towel ruined my education.
The bartender wouldn't serve a drink to my monkey.
When asked when I got married, I'd respond ,"The moment my daughter was conceived."
I was the only non-black student in an all-black high school.
The coaches in grammar school were perverted.
I fell in love with my outhouse.
My sarge in the Nat'l Guard wrote a love letter for me to my girl and she fell in love with him.
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Below is the plaque Trejo received when inducted into the International Congress Softball Hall of Fame. Shown here are only a few of the trophies Trejo earned; others he gave to kids at the games.
(Click on the images above for a larger view) Frank and Mabel's trip to Salt Lake City. In the picture on the left is Scott Simons, Frank, and Butch Latey. Scott and Butch are long time fans of Frank's; Scott had the three license plates made for his cars to honor Frank. Also a ballplayer, he adopted the "Trejo Swing" and teaches it to the kids in Salt Lake City. The girls softball team also uses it. On the right is Frank and Mabel - a writer with 8 published books, she edits and assists with his book - with one of Scott's cars. Frank says, "I'm really not tall - Mabel is only 5 ft. - a half pint."
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