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Tomorrow is Domingo de Ramas, Palm Sunday, marking Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem.

Once the chill winds of November died down, 16-year-old Concha Rosales – like all campo females – shed her huaraches to go barefoot.  Concha used her home-made huaraches only when she strapped on spurs to go into the cerro aboard a dun-colored gelding, tending to livestock or fixing fence – something few Mexican women did at that time.

“The Last Giant” silently boomed the huge black headline of Newsweek International’s cover story on the death, April 4, 1998, of a man who could have won the Nobel Prize for either poetry or prose.  He won it mostly for his poetry, though at home and beyond he was best known for his prose, which was uniquely culturally probing, challenging and eloquent.

In October, 2013, some business journals were inventively discovering ways that the “unexpected” gap between Mexico’s economy and that of the United States would “fade.”

Enrique Peña Nieto, Barack Obama and Stephen Harper, leaders of Mexico, the United States and Canada, went through a necessary political\economic ritual February 19 in Toluca.

Sixteen-year-old Concha Rosales was riding her sorrel gelding and reading a book.  She frowned as a light breeze rippled the pages of Mariano Azuela’s “Los de Abajo” (The Underdogs).