SandScript 2022
Art & Literature Magazine
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Los Metalicos<br />
Victor Valdivia<br />
My grandchildren were in the back seat of my car on their way to get their Covid 19 vaccinations. David<br />
aged ten and Joy aged eight, were working hard to look happy about getting vaccinated. In truth, like all kids, they<br />
hated getting shots. To distract them I decided to tell my story about the vaccine I got when I was even younger<br />
than they are now, and it’s a true story.<br />
I was part of the gigantic trial that involved thousands of school children designed to test the Sauk vaccine<br />
for Polio. It was named after Jonas Sauk, the man who invented it. I remembered the time when every countertop<br />
in every store in the country had a “March of Dimes” poster with a canister where you could drop in your coins to<br />
help the research to defeat Polio, but my story was about the trial.<br />
I was in first or second grade, and my parents, like most parents, signed the permission slip for me to be in<br />
the trial. I remember when the class lined up for our march to the multipurpose room where a nurse was giving everyone<br />
injections. The Salk vaccine was a three-shot regimen so the march to the multipurpose room occurred three<br />
times.<br />
The results of the trial are history now. It proved that the vaccine was safe and effective against Polio, but the<br />
bad news for me was that I was assigned to the control group and received the placebo, not the actual vaccine. I had<br />
to get another three shots. I remember feeling quite bitter about it at the time.<br />
Happily, I did not contract Polio before I was able to receive the real vaccine. I described to David and Joy<br />
how ticked off seven-year-old me felt about getting six shots instead of three, and how relieved and excited everyone<br />
else was now that Polio had been defeated by Dr. Salk. Everyone scrambled to get their vaccine ASAP. Kids were<br />
thrilled! Now they could beg mom and dad to go to the beach, the circus, or a Saturday morning kids’ movie, without<br />
getting the ultimate unarguable response of “No way kids! Crowds like that are how Polio is spread.”<br />
I went on to assure David and Joy that they were getting real vaccines for Covid 19, not placebos. Both kids<br />
had listened politely during my story. When I finished, I glanced in my mirror. I watched them look at each other,<br />
whisper something, and shrug.<br />
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What's COVID-19<br />
Grandma?<br />
Carol Spitler Korhonen<br />
Then I heard David’s voice. “Just one question. What’s Polio, Grandma?”<br />
“Timid loser kid.”<br />
Those were the words that Billy Mendoza had been labeled by a bully, way back as an adolescent, and the<br />
words had stuck with him even now, all these years later, as a college freshman. At Rollins College, the little liberal<br />
arts school in Orlando, Florida that he had decided to attend precisely because it was small and he wanted to<br />
get more personalized attention, he had hoped that he might finally have an easier time finding people to talk to.<br />
Unfortunately, he had a hard time making friends and an even harder time finding a place to be outside of classes.<br />
Even in his dorm room he was always alone because his ostensible roommate was never around, choosing to rush<br />
fraternities almost as soon as school started. When Billy graduated high school in June of 1991, he had high hopes.<br />
Now, here it was late September, and nothing had changed.<br />
Loneliness was never far from Billy. He was an only child, whose rather authoritarian father had frequently<br />
stressed that Billy be modest, never stand out, and downplay his Hispanic heritage whenever possible, like insisting Billy<br />
never speak Spanish in public. His father had claimed that this was so that Billy would not be discriminated against for<br />
his ethnicity, but the result had been to make him withdrawn and awkward. Billy’s one solace was to blast heavy metal<br />
music, the music he loved most of all, in his Sony Walkman. At least when listening to the music, he could escape his<br />
loneliness and find glimmers of courage to push forward. It was the volume, the energy, the swagger that he loved. He<br />
found it simultaneously exhilarating and soothing. Whenever he could scrounge up some money, he would hit his favorite<br />
record stores in the area, Wax Tree and Rock N’ Roll Heaven. There he would take pleasure in browsing through the racks<br />
and picking out the one or two metal records he could afford on his meager budget. He would look longingly at the other<br />
people there, wishing he had the courage to strike up a conversation with someone. Unfortunately, he was too shy and<br />
timid to do so, and often just left the store silently after paying for his purchase.<br />
A few weeks after the semester started, he was already feeling tired, frustrated, and even at times, a little<br />
desperate. Then, as he was walking through the student union building one Tuesday morning, he saw a flyer on a<br />
bulletin board. He didn’t know why, but something made him stop and look at the flyer.<br />
It was obviously cut and pasted with band logos and handwritten slogans and then photocopied in black<br />
and white. So it wasn’t a professional job by any means but he was still captivated by it. That was because the logos<br />
were of some of the most beloved and uncompromising heavy metal bands that Billy loved: Iron Maiden, Judas<br />
Priest, Motorhead, Slayer, Anthrax, Megadeth, and a few others tucked away near the bottom. In big handwritten<br />
letters were the words “Latino Metal Night” and in smaller letters underneath an invitation:” Are you a Latino or<br />
Latina who likes heavy metal? Do you want to listen to real heavy metal and hang out with people who do as well?<br />
Come to the Pipe-Fitters and Plumbers Local Hall Saturday night from 9:00 PM until 2:00 AM and join DJ Big<br />
Dave as he spins some of the most brain-melting metal you will ever hear!” At the bottom, “$5 at the door! Beer<br />
available i/y 21 and older!”<br />
For Billy, this was a revelation. Latino Metal Night? How had he not heard about this before? What did it<br />
mean? What was it like? His mind was on fire.<br />
Billy tried to piece it all together. It would be nice to be around other people who loved metal as much as he<br />
did. Maybe he might meet someone who could be a friend. He had to admit, though, it was always difficult for him<br />
to find the courage even to go to record stores by himself, let alone a party.<br />
All week long, he thought about what it would be like. Who would he see? Would he be laughed at if he talked<br />
to someone? Even worse, would he be just ignored? Anxiety and excitement gripped him for the next few days. Finally,<br />
though, he somehow forced himself to take a chance and made his way into the show on Saturday night.<br />
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