Dear Sir,

I am sick to death of immigration, passports, visas, permits and all government interference in OUR access to OUR planet.

Dear Sir,

After a lifetime of teaching and adjusting words to properly fit occasions and thoughts, I would have never imagined I would be at a loss to find a fitting way to say “Thank You” to those who have so generously helped me during my recent health crisis.

Dear Sir,

As interesting as the aerial drone photographs are in the article “A bird’s-eye view of Chapala” (GR June 17), we feel obliged to point out certain hidden facts and dangers about this burgeoning practice.

Dear Sir,

As executive director of the Lake Chapala Society since 2010, I have often remarked to others that the absolute worst part of my job is dealing with the death of the people I get to know as a result of my job. It affects me. 

Earlier this year, several deaths occurred that involved single people living alone. What happens when the body is found? I’m not going to go into the legal protocols here. My interest lies in what occurs in the first 24 hours from a personal point of view.

Dear Sir,

Last week with the first nightly rainstorm of the season, one of those grand 40-foot heritage trees that grew near the Lake on the Ajijic beach fell. The winds of the storm were especially strong that night, and I think most people figured that was what caused the tree to fall. 

Dear Sir,

Thank God the Mexican Federal sound law is getting enforced in Guadalajara (Reporter, June 3-9, 2017).  

As a person who has lived in the center of the “Zona del Ruido” of Ajijic, and who also has had nearly 20 years of professional experience using sound amplification equipment, I wish to share my point of view: