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Another Night At The No-Name Bar   A man walks into the bar, notices a very large jar on the counter, and sees that it’s filled to the brim with $10 bills. He guesses there must be at least five thousand dollars in it. He approaches the bartender and asks, “What’s with the money in the jar?” […]

Sasha’s Creation By Michael Cook   I was once described in a catalogue as a sumptuous edition to any home. Yet by today’s society I would be called cuddly or someone who was in need of a workout. I think of myself as the Marilyn Monroe of my era. Pleasing to the eye and having

The Magic Mountain with apologies to Thomas Mann.   Tonight a gibbous moon is bright, Directly overhead and stars Illuminate a stygian night And on the right, the planet Mars. But muffled thunder greets the day, And distant lightning looms o’erhead Illuminating shades of gray And darkling clouds a watershed. Dawn breaks over mountain lake

Did You Ever Wonder?   Q: Why are many coin banks shaped like pigs? A:  Long ago, dishes and cookware in Europe were made of a dense orange clay called ‘pygg.’ When people saved coins in jars made of this clay, the jars became known as ‘pygg banks.’ When an English potter misunderstood the word,

It’s Over, Over There? By Larry Reeves   On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the year 1918 an agreement of armistice was signed by Foch German delegates and World War I ended that morning. The peace-making process lasted four years and eight months, five months longer than the

America’s Southwestern Border   (Note: The following Washington Post editorial of this past August 17 is hereby republished courtesy of the Washington Post Company.) Despite a drug war that has convulsed Mexico, a broad array of data shows that America’s southwestern border is increasingly safe, secure and, thanks to measures launched by President George W.

2010 Darwin Awards (Presented each year for the most stupid actions imaginable.)   Eighth Place                 In Detroit, a 41-year-old man got stuck and drowned in two feet of water after squeezing head first through an 18-inch-wide sewer grate to retrieve his car keys.  Seventh Place  A 49-year-old San Francisco stockbroker, who “totally zoned when he ran,” accidentally jogged off

Mexicali Rose, Stop Crying! A Tale of a Tune and a Town By June Summers   Who was Mexicali Rose? Jack Tenney, ex-California legislator and composer of that timeless Spanish waltz he named Mexicali Rose, said you would have to go back to the early days of Mexicali to answer that question. The dry laws

Sayulita’s Desert Brother By Duncan Aldric duncanaldric@yahoo.com   There is a place in the high desert well known to many of the inhabitants of Sayulita, that is to say, well known to the Huichole, whom inhabited Sayulita in days of old and new, and to a great few of us interlopers as well.  To the