Week With El Tio Winner

Winner Andy Herr

Dear Anthony, Jon, and Uncle Faris,

I write to you not for myself, but for a dear friend of mine. Andy found himself in a life-endangering situation of his own creation when he took a long-awaited ski vacation . . . and returned in a helicopter. He broke most of the bones in his body, including his pelvis. After several long months of recuperation, he has been cleared to go back to work. However, he is only allowed to crutch 200 feet, making his usual means of transportation off limits. We looked into a handicapped license plate for him, but the DMV takes a minimum of two months to process all requests. Finally, even if he was approved, his car is a stick-shift-- and Andy is not allowed to use his feet. He has tried standing by the curb with his crutches looking pathetic, but his sub-par puppy dog eyes juxtaposed with the shockingly hard hearts of Cantabrigians precluded this attempt. Furthermore, not only are you our last hope, but Andy also embodies the joie de vivre, the machismo, the carpe diem, the déjà vu, the multi-lingual essence of what B. Good has become to this city.