Young US Army vet, Lake Chapala carefully, slowly get acquainted, learning of very different worlds
The Chapala “Lakeside” in the 1960s, of course, was a very different world than it is today.
The Chapala “Lakeside” in the 1960s, of course, was a very different world than it is today.
Mexican memories were brutally hauled back into bitter recall with this nation’s student massacre, October 2, 1968, and the killings two weeks ago, June 11, in Orlando, Florida.
Before Saturday night, June 11, many people believed, either quietly or noisily, but with considerable exasperation, that the United States wouldn’t allow itself to become more self-destructive. Omar Mateen changed that.
Country folks, as usual, swore inventively at the baking May temperatures of their countryside fields this year.
Pepe Salazar lived as a “wetback” in Houston Texas in the 1990’s. That was when he was bouncing from one low-paying job to the next.
Our weirdly unsatisfactory and nationally debilitating political situation has suddenly been coughing up something more than anticipated childish and obvious lies.
Up on raw mountain flanks scrawny trees burst into bud and leaf as if these dry season days possessed unperceivable scorching magic.