The first thing I want to do is quash the rumor. The story that if you become a residente permanente of Mexico you will not want to eat lunch until 1:00 or 2:00 pm is total BS. Just ask my stomach. It still thinks the bitchin’ hour, the time to start cussing and...
I had an old friend visiting this week. We go back a long way. To when “having a ball” meant owning a treasured piece of pigskin. And going long, up-and-down the avenue, was our favorite pastime. “Though a dragon lives for ever, not so little boys”,...
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