The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
The majestic monarch butterflies know instinctively when it’s time to come down to Mexico. Environmental clues include frostbitten eyeballs, runny proboscis and hailstone leg mutilations. All these signs say: Pack up some protein bars and head south for the winter.
Medical science is constantly working on diagnostics that are non-invasive. But they haven’t yet gotten to my in-office prostate exam.
After examining about a week of my emails not long ago, I realized how far we’ve come from the lovely hand-written letters we wrote when we took pride in our communications and our “ovals.”
I failed to vote once in an important U.S. election several elections back and I felt guilty for months afterward, not because of the outcome of the election, but because many wars have been fought for the privilege to vote for someone who wants to help all Americans in their “pursuit of happiness,” even if that’s the World Wrestling Federation.
What is the current air quality in Chapala? I don’t know. And neither does Chapala. The local government does not keep air sensor data, according to people who keep air sensor data.
Mexicans, and I’m guessing people in many foreign countries, have a way of recognizing American tourists from the moment they are heard saying, “Hey, how ya doin’?”
Part II
In 1933, the United States entered the depths of the Great Depression. To create jobs for native Americans, U.S. Secretary of Labor William N. Doak thought it would be a great idea to deport illegal immigrants.
