Victor Martinez can see his father, in the faintest flashes of memory.
In one such snapshot, Guillermo Martinez is holding a broomstick behind his neck as he twists from side to side, loosening up his chest and abdominal muscles. In another, Guillermo is napping on a hammock, and Victor and his brother are swaying in the suspended bed back and forth, giggling as loose change falls out their dad's pants pockets.
"Then we'd start tapping him on the head," Martinez remembers with a big grin, "telling him, 'Get up! Get up!'"
And then there's the third memory that springs to mind.