“Hey,” I said. “Maybe I could come work with you guys.” The Hermanos Brothers glanced at each other dubiously. “It’s hard work,” one of them said.
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THE HERMANOS BROTHERS BY STEVEN MCBREARTY
I was lifting weights in a back bedroom of my family’s home in suburban San Antonio when my mother barged in, wearing her famous Guatemalan peasant’s dress, decorated in bright, jagged bands of color. The dress was a statement that she was moving forward, catching the waves of chang…