“Back in 1989 I was Mr. Pier,” Yves De Choulot told me. “We had a big opening for that restaurant with two lovely ladies from Mexico City waiting at the door. One of them is now my wife.” So began my recent interview with Yves, owner of a current restaurant on the west end of […]
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“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious…He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe is as good as dead – his eyes are closed.” ~Albert Einstein How easy it is to stumble through life, eyes half closed, oblivious to the magic surrounding us, if not as good
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I first encountered Elly Contreras at a performance called To Whom I May Concern®,held at the St. Andrew’s Church in early April.Individuals in the early stages of dementia shared their personal stories. The hall was filled to capacity, and the audience was moved by the performance. A short while later I attended a second, similar
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Harry Bublin arrived at lakeside 25 years ago, ready to retire. Now, at age 77, he admits that didn’t happen. Instead, he threw himself into community work, initiating and running projects ranging from recycling to roadwork to student aid. When I met him, it was in his role as retiring Vice President of the Board
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JOHN KEELING “if I see a need and I think it can be met, I go ahead and do it.” That explains John Keeling’s contributions to Lakeside since moving here in 2002. A British-born Canadian, John holds degrees in engineering and business studies and taught at Seneca College in Ontario for 15 years before retiring
Is it a recycling depot with a bookstore out back, or a bookstore where you can recycle up front? It depends on whom you ask. On a sunny Saturday morning in April, I took a container of plastic, cardboard, glass and plastic bottles to the recycling depot west of Ajijic where I met two committed
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When I was ten years old my mother announced that she and I were going to California to visit cousins. We lived on a prairie farm in Manitoba and the farthest I’d ever travelled was to Winnipeg, thirty miles north on Highway 75. My parents never took vacations so how this came about was a
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