I started late in life learning the ever-frustrating game of golf. Some kids learn it very early and by high school are performing in leagues and mastering the most basic skills of the game. I was not one of them. In my early forties I picked up a golf club and set the course for […]
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Edward Duffy was a man of habit. Ed worked at the old Chicago Public Library. Ed traveled in and out of the city by way of train. For twenty years now, he would rise early. Then after a full day of work he would return to the station and arrive back in Harvard where he
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I know I am a newbie in Ajijic. But I keep hearing this phrase in conversational-passing, “The fallen-women of Ajijic”. I keep hearing it. The first time I heard it, I thought, “It must be some adult-literature” I began looking into it. Nothing. Nothing online, nothing at the LCS library, not one book, not one
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We were all arriving about the same time and filing into the building, destination upstairs. There was a ramp inside that turned once and finished at the second floor, which was an open area with a stage, dance floor, tables & chairs, and a bar. The crowd was moving slowly. Some of the guests were
Act One, Scene two. It’s a perfect sunny Tuesday afternoon in Ajijic. Church bells are ringing in the background. A Spanish guitar can be heard from a nearby plaza. An Indian woman and her daughter are carrying baskets with wooden kitchen spoons to sell. Three dogs chase each other on the street. Two friends meet
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It was a bull. We were on the carretera and in front of us on a flatbed truck standing proud was a Mexican bull. My wife was driving and called it out. I was distracted with my phone in my lap, but looked up to see the odd sight, when it happened, I was thrown
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Last year was our first Thanksgiving in Ajijic. I hoped to feel that holiday spirit of “family-around-the-table” like in a Norman Rockwell-ish way and to cherish this holiday and set it alongside my memories with parents and grandparents, carving turkey and drenching stuffing with gravy. I knew I was aiming high. But when it comes
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