In more than five years as an expatriate living in Oaxaca, I have forgotten much, learned a little, and been more amazed than bored. One of the things I think I have learned is that for most of us here in Paradise, what we get out of it depends a lot on what we bring […]
Continue ReadingFirst written in the spring of 1994, this story has been revised several times as dictated by subsequent events. It has generated more responses than any other. Most of them have been at least somewhat rational. Every Norteamericano who reads a newspaper or watches 60 Minutes knows that an armed political/economic struggle has been going […]
Continue ReadingTijuana is the pits. Mexico’s border towns are all the pits. Normally, I just grab the bus from the airport, and go directly to Los Angeles (also, some would say, the pits), but in May of this year there we were in a night club called Perro Azul (the blue dog), a high-tech bistro in […]
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