Don Day thanks Mike MacLaverty and Marshall Postnikoff for some of the photos in today’s blog. I think it’s safe to already call it a tradition. It’s the one day a year that a dozen overgrown men sit around and get too much sun, drink to much beer...
In today’s post, Don Day welcomes a guest blogger, his amigo of 50+ years, Pedrito Ross. Pedrito’s now watching time go by again in San Miguel de Allende after a long absence and, like Don Day, Pedrito has always been an aspiring writer who never quite...
Almost every country has them. They’re just a pastry that’s folded in half with a filling inside. In India they’re called samosas. In Italy, they’re calzones. In Scotland, bridies. In Bolivia, saltenas. In the Dominion Republic, pastelitos. In...
Don Day gets emails. Not a lot of emails. Just one, maybe two emails whenever he puts something new on his blog. Except when Don Day writes about pizza. Then, Don Day gets quite a few emails. Pizza restaurants are like sports teams. Almost everyone has a favorite....
Don Day’s Wife has been called a lot of names. She’s sometimes called My Sharona like the woman in the song by The Knack. She’s sometimes known as Imelda due to a certain passion for footwear. She’s sometimes called Grammie after a character in Annie Hall. She’s...
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