The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
Late ordering books for friends, relatives living in Mexico? Relax. Christmas in Mexico is a long-haul celebration – as all celebrations should be, despite those guests to the Estados Unidos Mexicanos who complain of “all those damned fireworks” – by which they usually mean cohetes, skyrockets.
History, with the stability one moment of a stone mountain and the next all the buoyancy of quicksand, is presently the target of allegiance by both fervent believers and disbelievers.
Cataclysmic occurrences mark us forever. The assassination of John F. Kennedy for instance. And for considerably older folks, the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor by the Japanese December 7, 1941.
On a November morning in the early 1960s, the young girl woke, listening to another of the stinging series of unseasonable mountainside storms. Daily temperatures fell, afternoon and nightly rains increased clasping the scattered adobe homes of the extended Rosales family in their grip. The many-branched clan, along with their herds, flocks, coveys and packs of livestock and poultry, accepted this soaking chill stoically. It was just a natural turn of weather.
Veterans Day arrival takes time for some of us to digest, to ponder, to meditate on, trying to qualify thought vs. emotion. And certainly it deserves the time and analysis that takes.
Robert Samuelson of the Washington Post is a dutiful, sometimes thoughtful columnist specializing in economic affairs. He got on the John F. Kennedy media train early (November 10) to mark the 50th anniversary of the assassination of the 35th president of the United States. He was six, he says, when JFK was killed.
Sixteen-year-old Concha Rosales and her eight-foot rattler have prompted reader comments. Some don’t say it outright but seem stirred by a fear of snakes. Some frankly say that no “rational” 16-year-old girl would be so “reckless.”
