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A MUSICIAN’S TALE OF WOE By An Anonymous Contributor   As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave side service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Kentucky

FELINE LEUKEMIA By Barbara Hess   Most Lakeside cat lovers have heard warnings concerning Feline Leukemia (FeLV), but many are confused about this disease and its implications. Since 2004, when the Animal Shelter initiated testing all incoming cats, local infection rates steadily dropped. In 2008 only ONE cat tested positive out of those received. Shockingly,

GRINGAS & GUACAMOLE By Gail Nott Traveling Through Mexico   Traveling around Mexico, by automobile, with a significant other, can be hazardous to your health. After a recent excursion to San Miguel Allende, a Mexican city renowned for its architecture and artists, I want to share a few tips with you that may preserve your

REMEMBERING PUERTO VALLARTA By Phyllis Rauch The First Visit   Remembering Puerto Vallarta as I first came to know it forty years ago, I feel as though I am looking down the wrong end of a pair of binoculars. Few places that I’ve known well have grown and changed so drastically in such a relatively

EVER WONDERED ABOUT CANADA?   Believe it or not these questions about Canada were posted on an International Tourism Website. Obviously the answers are a joke; but the questions were really asked! Q: I have never seen it warm on Canadian TV, so how do the plants grow? (England) A. We import plants fully grown

THE TOMATO THAT CHANGED MY LIFE By Lea Ament   A few months ago I actually picked a tomato from a vine and popped it in my mouth. What a revelation! Had I really forgotten what a tomato tasted like? Suddenly as I gazed across the lake at those NAFTA greenhouses and plastic covered fields

And to Think That Only Yesterday By James Tipton   It was common, in recent years, for Enedina de los Angeles to doze off sitting up. But today, when Enedina woke, she was sitting on a long bench, her bag at her feet, just outside the ruins of a large adobe house. She was covered

THE NATIONAL HIGHWAY* By Beatriz E. Garcia   It was not built in one or two days. It lasted years, somewhere between thirty and forty years. They worked ten hours daily, Monday through Friday. They left in the morning and came back in the evening. The work was with pick and shovel; and since there