Bucolic Days

Know that in a few years, this article will disappear on the online pages of Inquirer. And so is the memory of Malabon and it's fishponds, in the senses and words of Neal Cruz. After reading his column yesterday, I wish a part of me had lived through his childhood.With the great bay spewing trash every time a storm passes, and the silted rivers taking with it remnants of makeshift homes hastily