Jimmy’s Cafe – Albuquerque, New Mexico
The first (and probably most important) English words my parents taught me before my first day of school were “May I please go to the restroom?”. That simple phrase was the beginning of my love-hate relationship with the English language. English can be a confounding language if it’s your primary language, but learning it as a second language is brutal. I thought I’d never pick up the many complicated sets of rules (and their variations) governing how English is spoken and written. English remains a challenge for me to this day (and for exposing you to my multitudinous grammatical fox paws and malapropisms, I sincerely apologize). Even English names were a challenge to learn because many of them have diminutive counterparts which don’t make much sense. For John, it’s Jack; for William, it’s Bill and for James, it’s Jim. It’s no wonder I was so confused when President John F. Kennedy was also called Jack and actor Jimmy Stewart was also referred to as James. In New Mexican Spanish, our diminutives are much simpler. For male names, we simply add “ito” to the end of a name (Juanito, Estevanito, etc.). Similarly, add “ita” to a female name (Andreita, Carmelita) and you’ve got its…