The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
There used to be a game show in the United States called, “Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader.” I don’t think it’s still on, but I don’t really know. I never watched it. Because, frankly, I didn’t want to know.
When I came to Guadalajara, my car and most of my possessions followed behind by a couple of months. I arrived with whatever essentials I could fit inside two suitcases, which ended up being too much underwear and not enough books.
We arrived in Guadalajara in mid-August with my three-year-old grandson who remembers every detail of the trick-or-treating he did once, nearly a year ago.
We all know that government officials and their agencies have a knack for coming up with hare-brained schemes, but the recent decision of Chapala’s new traffic department chief really takes the cake.
It was bound to happen. As assorted religious celebrations are observed this time of year, perpetual squabbles over cohetes (sky rockets) have blasted off on social networks.
Everybody who comes to live at lakeside will eventually hear the name Neill James.
Last Sunday night, large crowds gathered in public squares across Lakeside and the rest of the nation to reenact Miguel Hidalgo’s legendary 1810 Cry for Independence.
