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Dash is what counts

By Joaquin M. Henson | November 5, 2009 - 12:00am

In his homily at the Requiem Mass before the interment of the late Angel (Pappy) Nepomuceno’s cremated remains the other day, Magallanes Church parish priest Fr. Benny Tuazon spoke about the “dash”...

Sports

Farewell to Pappy

By Joaquin M. Henson | November 3, 2009 - 12:00am

Six-time world bowling champion Paeng Nepomuceno’s father and coach Angel passed away last Saturday, the eve of All Saints’ Day, and it was surely God’s way of immortalizing the man who gave the...

Sports

Give me some answers

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | May 20, 2006 - 12:00am

I light a candle. It is my father’s 86th birthday, but he passed away 61 years ago. I never knew him really, but I miss him still. I notice that as I grow older, I miss him even more. It is his loss...

Modern Living