Almost everyone at Lakeside has a dog or two or three. Our canine companions are important to us for any number of reasons.

Driving in Guadualajara reminds me of the T.S. Eliot poem, “The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock.”

I have always been troubled by people who emigrate to lakeside and flaunt their wealth — big haciendas, fancy cars, restaurant dining every night — and turn their lives into a show of privilege.

There’s a mystery down here in Mexico. It’s asked about over and over again.

Mexico has caused quite an excitement here with its recent showing in World Cup Soccer, enhancing a world record for advancements into the Group of 16, the finals – and beating out the record-setting political assassinations in Mexico for media ratings.

When Ghengis Kahn began plundering Europe, I can assure you the initial reaction in Europe was: “Hey, this can be settled diplomatically.”