Rather he gave me the impression that he was thrifty despite having earned his millions at the time when my bank account barely had P10,000. We shared expenses for food, taxi fare and fun in the number of occasions I covered his fencing team’s participation in international tournaments. On the one occasion he invited me over to his then newly-built house in San Juan, he served me and a late colleague with the best turon we ever had in our lives. He never practiced opulence.
Dante Varona was the image of everything macho.
I was barely into my teens when I first saw him march with the basketball team. I did not root for in our barangay’s summer sports tournament. It was probably an eon back when I first got closest to a star that big. Continue reading