“Waste not. Want not.” I heard those words at the dinner table at least twice a week from my mother when I was a young kid. But I don’t think I understood them. I know they never had much affect on me. Nor did the stories of rationing during the war or the starving...
I’ve been excited about Hallowe’en ever since that very first time my mother held me by my shoulders, bent over, looked deep in my eyes and uttered those magic words, “Tonight it’s OK to take candy from strangers.” I continued to be enthralled by Hallowe’en right...
I never did like school. To me, the golden rule was, if their was a golden ball in the sky, find a reason not to go. History and geography and literature were all OK. But my favorite subject was always lunch. Which is why I returned to school a couple of weeks ago at...
She denies it. But I’ll swear that Lee Duberman has some Asian blood in her. Look at those eyes. Don’t they look a little slanted to you? In Toronto, once a week, every week, I have a bowl of ramen. In San Miguel de Allende, once a day, every day, I dream...
“…four gin rickeys that clicked full of ice. Gatsby took up his drink. ‘They certainly look cool,’ [Gatsby] said with visible tension. We drank in long, greedy swallows.” F. Scott Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby. Does anybody know how many...
It may have been the biggest social event in San Miguel history. Definitely the biggest I’ve ever been to. It began the first or second year I started spending my winters in San Miguel. And it just kept getting bigger. I couldn’t get an official number as...
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