Seeking and finding a son who had disappeared during the relentless October 1968 Mexico City massacre
The three unexpected visitors riding into a remote Jalisco pueblo in October 1968 seemed more than a bit reckless.
The three unexpected visitors riding into a remote Jalisco pueblo in October 1968 seemed more than a bit reckless.
Still freshly new to the Chapala area, Spencer Adams was luckily taken in hand by an Ajijic bruja (sorcerer) as his neighboring health supervisor – curing fevers attracted by gringo susceptibility, and of course la turista.
Fresh to Chapala’s Lakeside area, Spencer Adams resided next to a German woman who reportedly had killed his husband just a while back.
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.