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I have always had an affection for woolly mammoths – not because they would have been nice to pet, and might have been cozy stone-age sleeping partners, as long as they didn’t roll over on you. No, nothing that affectionate.
I stayed at a haunted hotel one night – an old building from the early 1800s. Its original owner, according to legend, still roamed its halls and one room in particular.
Many societies around the world are aging in high numbers. Despite all the lying about age and the physical and cosmetic enhancements, the real ages are on record.
Elder white men as experienced and smarter than the rest is growing into a myth. Like 150 years of so-called toothpaste improvements, these ruling patricians persisted in power by convincing people that they always had something new and effective to offer the world.
If there is one question haunting everyone these days, it is: What is my future – and will it include another root canal. Here are some tips on how to find out.
The west end of Ajijic is a zone of municipal indifference. Always has been. No traffic lights. No road lamps. Few if any shops. No traffic caution alerts or signs.
I have spent much of my time lately reading through Nostradamus’s quatrains, looking for the one that predicts all Earthly vegetation being razed by cutter ants.
