Ojo Del Lago

The Long-Long Line By Bernie Suttle   There is an old saying, “In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king.” During this time of COVID my quest is for some “one-eyed” truth. My wife and I have been stuck in Ajijic for over a year wanting to return to our Shell Beach, […]

Unsung Heroes By Tom Nussbaum tomnussbaum005@gmail.com   (This article is intended to be the first monthly column spotlighting the working-class heroes among us, our Mexican neighbors who work hard, made our—we emigrés, ex-pats, snowbirds, and undefined adventurers—lives more enjoyable.) His name Flores means flowers and appropriately he works at a restaurant with a floral name,

The Hitchhiker By J.T. Dodds   “The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain “The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”—Allen Watts  

Profiling Tepehua By Moonyeen King President of the Board for Tepehua moonie1935@yahoo.com   The Tepehua Community Center is breaking ground for the barrio´s first Communal Toilet. It will be situated at the back of the Center and its purpose is to stem the flow, literally, of the ‘open defecation’ in the area. The ideal solution

SPLAT! The Weird And Wonderful World Of Insects By Dr. Lorin Swinehart   We have all had it happen.  We have been driving down the road on a warm summer day, when suddenly a behemoth of an insect splatters all over the windshield, always leaving behind an ugly yellow gob of insect goo. Later, it

COVID Yeats By John Sacelli     Here is my own version of what I think we might come to expect post COVID. It is based on a memory of my college years. For the last two of my undergraduate years at Yale, I lived in a private home next door to the secret society

An Investment In Time By Mel Goldberg   Ron Bates, a balding forty-five year old accounting clerk, walked down the polished black marble hall, looking furtively at his reflection. His reflection smirked at him, as if to emphasize his receding chin. Working as an accountant for ten years, he had recently begun to find it

A Mission to the Huichol By Alan Pohl   The Huichol, or more properly Wixarika, are an ancient people group who live high up in the Sierra Madre Mountains. This was our second visit to the village of La Laguna, situated at the north west tip of Jalisco, in four years and we were privileged