Lakeside Seduction By Chuck Pattinian What, retire in Mexico?! Not the plan we had envisioned when we thought about early retirement from our consulting business. We had been fortunate with our business to have lived and worked in many parts of the world from exotic to rubble. These opportunities provided a springboard for us […]
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Music Of Jalisco By Samantha Ray The most popular theory to explain the origin of the word mariachi dates back to 1870. Emperor Maximilian was very fond of these folk orchestras which originated in Jalisco. During his reign they were often employed to play at fiestas in the homes of the Francophone Court. Some
The Lonely Dog By Arlene Pace Once I was a lonely dog, Just looking for a home.I had no place to go, No one to call my own.I wandered up and down the streets, in rain in heat and snow.Ate whatever I could find, I was always on the go.My skin would itch,
Showdown In The Serengeti By Carol L. Bowman They stood face to face, not more than ten feet apart, and bored into each other’s eyes with laser intensity. Their fierce control showed such rigidity that neither allowed an involuntary blink. The rise and fall of their chests shouted-out brutal tension, but the silent exchange
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Hearts at Work A Column by James Tipton “No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted….” “No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” So writes Aesop, a man who in all probability was a Greek slave, who lived approximately 620 to 560 B.C. Although we know almost
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Letters To The Editor Dear Sir: With the holidays upon us, I would like to share a personal experience about drinking and driving. This is a first for me, as I normally don’t preach to others. Well, two days ago I was out for an evening with friends and had several cocktails followed by some
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Such Tangled Webs By Allen McGill The screen door complained loudly as Maude pushed through it, then slammed shut behind her. She cringed as she waited to hear if the noise had awakened her babies. When all remained quiet, she shuffled across the worn boards of the porch to the paint-bare rocker and eased
In Honor Of Bad Poetry On the bus there was a thief Looking for a gun Across from him there was a dude Nodding in the sun I just sat and tried to hideA gringo on a long long ride Trying to get to the other side Desperate as the road was wide.
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Tummy Talk By A Perpetually Hungry Contributor My tummy, GiGi, is gurgling, gently. Does that imply she’s happy? Probably, because research has proven that our gastrointestinal (GI) tract has a language all its own. The food, air and gas moving through our intestines may be signaling that all’s well with them. Even if it’s
