[To Manolo, his dead friends and family are always just a thought away. That something so simple and natural could keep people connected between realms has always struck him as beautiful, and it shows in his enthusiasm.]

He certainly did, as did his nephew, my grandfather Luis. The people called him "El Super Macho" because he insisted on facing three bulls at once. Fighting any fewer than that was for cowards, naturally!

[There seems to be a pattern here...]