September 15, 2017

…and what a week it was! Finally got a sniff of the coming Arizona fall – it was ten degrees cooler (well, relatively speaking) than yesterday. After so many months above 100 it was nice to see 95 today.

I’ve been saying this for years. Sure, there were abuses and the exploitation, but on balance the main benefits colonialism brought in Africa and Asia were the integration of diverse cultures and order. I guarantee you wouldn’t see the kind of despotism and civil wars that have killed millions of people had the Europeans been in charge.

Methinks the Venezuelans chose right – if given the choice between eating a cute bunny and having it for a pet, rational folks will choose the latter every time. (Warning: cute bunny pic at the link!)

Rule #1 for conservatives in this Trump day and age: trust nothing you hear from the mainstream media. All it is doing is actively working to create dissatisfaction between the Prez and those who voted for him last year so Democrats benefit in 2018. The media will say anything, do anything, and try everything in its power to create disapproval. I would have thought Kurt Schichter knew better, but I guess everyone has their buttons that can be easily pushed and anyone can have a bad day.

The story behind the world’s oldest known photograph. Pretty fascinating.

I, too stand with bikini-wearing baristas. What guy in their right mind wouldn’t?

What is it with the LPGA? They have their final major where play gets suspended the first day because of rain and what do they decide to do? Make it a three-day event. Really?? I mean c’mon – you want the tour to be treated with the same kind of respect as the men’s tour? Man up!

The Red Sox are gonna have to seriously address their Hanley Ramirez problem before they start post-season baseball.

Have a great weekend, y’all! Me? I’ll be splitting time between work and hitting balls – finally getting the chance to get back to work on my short game which I haven’t touched since Goodboys Invitational weekend nearly two months ago (has it been that long?).

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September 14, 2017

Just a few random thoughts as here in the Valley of the Sun we say sayonara to summer, as it looks like the days of 105+ temps are finally – finally! – over and the nights get ready to settle in the 70-degree temps of what is usually a very short fall season. Looking forward to getting out and hitting balls in temperatures below 100 degrees as it promises to be this weekend.

How bout dem Cleveland Indians! Are they really this good, or are they streaking too early and in danger of peaking before the playoffs start. I guess we’ll find out in three weeks time.

If I’m Kim Jong-Un I’m not going to sleep any easier hearing about this, I’ll tell ya. Watching the video at the link is worth your time, I guarantee it.

I’ve posted before that The Capris’ “There’s A Moon Out Tonight” is my all-time favorite doo-wop song. So imagine my surprise to find an Irish group called The Roomates do a bang-up job of it a cappella. And their released version of the song is just as good. If you love doo-wop, you can’t go wrong by picking up a bunch of their CDs.

Hillary Clinton is either delusional, a narcissist beyond anyone’s comprehension, or a masochist of the highest order to keep throwing herself out there and embarrassing herself on a daily basis like she’s doing. Seriously, there’s something psychologically deficient at work here. I guess it’s one thing to write a stupid, boring book that blames everyone else except numero uno for your humiliating loss to Donald Trump last November; it’s another thing entirely to drag your frumpy, sorry ass out there on camera simply to listen to people fawn over you simply because you’re, y’know, Hillary Rodham Clinton. One of these days she’ll go away and leave us all alone, but one can only hope it comes after she runs for president again in 2020. It’s hard to find a more joyless, colorless, phony, and despicable creature walking the earth.

Geez, Yahoo! News writes about this as if it’s a bad thing. It’s time for the USA to stop being the caretaker of the entire world and start taking care of its own. Once we’re done doing that then maybe we can talk.

I remember the good old days when ESPN was all about sports. Now it’s just a social justice cesspool.

Here’s the real story of Hillary Clinton’s election night. Because in the end it was always, and would always be, about her and to hell with everyone else.

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September 9, 2017

A few random thoughts while seeing where exactly Hurricane Irma is going to hit…

Me? I’ve been commenting at the Weather Underground blog over the past few days that the NHC track was always too far to the east and that they were putting too much credence in that dopey trough sliding down from Oklahoma. It just didn’t seem that strong to me – certainly not strong enough to push a hurricane as large as Irma has been up the Florida east coast or even up its spine. I always thought it would hit anywhere from Sarasota to the Florida / Alabama border, and I’m sticking with it.

…I notice that late last night they started moving Irma’s landfall from Ft. Myers up to Tampa Bay, and now they’re hinting that it could even hit further north than that. Knowing that hurricane tracks are prone to wobble one way or the other, I’m guessing Tampa Bay or slightly north of there, but if I were living in Pensacola (I wish!) I’d be keeping a wary eye to the south.

My favorite hurricane song? Gotta be Neil Young’s “Like a Hurricane”. That is some bad-ass grungy guitar playing on Neil’s part.

They say Irma will be the strongest hurricane to hit Florida since Hurricane Donna in 1960, might even surpass that. I remember Hurricane Donna hitting Massachusetts – in fact it’s one of my earliest memories, I was almost five then. I can remember the wind wailing outside our windows and eating supper by candlelight after our power went out. I seem to remember the menu that night included Spam.

The pictures coming back from Barbuda and St. Maarten are heart-wrenching. It will be interesting to see what kind of wrath Irma leaves in Florida.

Looks like I’ll be making another donation to Samaritan’s Purse for the victims of Harvey and Irma. I’d much rather give my money to SP rather than a bureaucracy-heavy organization like the American Red Cross. Putting the money as close to the local folks in my view is always best, and the folks at SP are top-notch in that regard.

And let’s not forget Hurricane Jose that’s spinning out there behind Irma. Me? I’ve got a sneaky suspicion that somewhere down the line Jose and New England are going to be used in the same sentence.

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September 8, 2017

I’m sure Jimmy’s thoughts are with all his peeps down there in Key West where I’m guessing Hurricane Irma is gonna make a mess of things before too long. I guess that’s why so many pirates – at least in their hearts and souls – are attracted to places like southwest Florida, the Keys, and the Gulf Coast: you live purely in the moment because in the back of your mind you know come next September there could be some monster out in the Atlantic making a beeline towards your ass that can take it all away.

Actually, for all its potential cons, there are a lot of pros behind that way of thinking. We’re only on this earth a very short while, and its never ceases to amaze me watching things on the news at how things can be taken away from you in such a short time. It could be that nagging cough that finally brings you to a doctor’s office and the MRI that follows. It could be some moron driving southbound on a northbound highway while you’re driving home after a late day a work. It could be some idiot shooting up a supermarket, restaurant, or café, and you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It could be that sudden, awful chest pain that comes out of nowhere. We all have our sacred, etched-in-stone plans and dreams, acting as if nothing can take our hard-earned rewards away from us.

But it can. And it does. More often than we’d like to admit.

Which is why, when a monsoon dust and thunderstorm blew up to our southeast I asked Tracey to crack me open a Sam Summer and sat under the tiki bar and listened to thunder peal in the distance, lightning flash behind the houses far beyond our south wall, and hear raindrops spat against the gas grill cover and the wind swirl the big mesquite branches above me. The tiki lights were bright and happy, the thatch roof I’d installed two summers ago still solid above to keep me dry, and thoughts about my family and days long past, never to be experienced again, when we’d all gather out on the front porch to watch a thunderstorm roll in as warm in my heart as the air around me.

There’s no real point to this post other than to emphasize once again just how fragile and precious our lives are. Anything and everything could be taken away from us in an instant. Could be the result of a natural disaster, or the result of something you never in your wildest dreams would have thought of when you turned over the ignition in the driveway or the garage. You have to live each day as if it’s your last and do so without regret as long as you’re not hurting someone else along the way. My thoughts and prayers are for the folks in Florida this weekend. It can be a tropical paradise, for sure, but there’s a dark, flip side to everything: nothing is ever quite as perfect as it seems.

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September 7, 2017

I understand why President Trump did this – he wants to keep moving his agenda forward and having the debt ceiling thing hanging over his head during the last session of 2017 would have been an unnecessary distraction from the real stuff he wants to do. But if he thinks he’ll get anything in return from Schumer or Pelosi in return for his good faith gesture, he’s mistaken. Fortunately, I don’t think he is, and I see this working in three ways:

1. If Schumer and Pelosi continue their obstruction the Prez can say he tried to work with them in good faith but they’re not, so he’s cutting them out of the mix going forward.
2. It show the country he’s willing to work with both sides of the political aisle for the common good.
3. It puts on notice Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell that they better get their sh*t together by the end of the year and start supporting his agenda.

I do believe they can get health care and tax reform done by EOY, leaving immigration reform for 2018 when “UniParty” RINO Republicans are going to be pushed hard by conservatives. There will be folks primaried – which they should – and immigration will become the primary issue in the 2018 midterms. It’s an issue that the GOP should benefit from; whether or not they’re smart enough to take advantage of it – well, I think we all know the answer to that.

This is just another example of why Phil Mickelson is such a favorite on the PGA Tour. Could you imagine Tiger Woods engaging someone in the gallery like that?

But… but… I though “tough” President Obama drew a red line in Syria? Don’t hold your breath expecting to hear about this on CNN or MSNBC.

While it remains to be seen what the final pages will read when the 2017 baseball season is over, it’s pretty clear at this point that not only is John Farrell a lousy manager, he doesn’t have much control over his clubhouse and his players. His handling of the Dennis Eckersley incident was an embarrassment, and now this. And for Dustin Pedroia to say he’s not aware of rules shows he’s either as ignorant as his field manager, or he’s just a jerk. Play by the rules, fellas, or don’t play at all.

Yeah, it’s been a fairly uneventful monsoon season rain-wise here in Gilbert, but other parts of the Valley of the Sun have done OK. Last night we had a full moon while it rained lightly for ten minutes as a thunderstorm slid to our east and south. Some nice lightning but no thunder. We still got a few weeks left to see something good happen.

Good luck to Bill Belichick, Tom Brady, and the New England Patriots as they open their 2017-2018 season. If they stay healthy, they’re heads and tails above just about everyone in the NFL. But it’s a long season and anything can happen.

Yep. Like I said in an earlier post, at some point the libs, snowflakes, and “Never Trumpers” out there are just going to have to accept the fact they’ve got 3+ more years of President Trump at the very least. He is what he is, and he’s not going to change what got him to where he is just to make y’all feel more comfortable or good about yourselves. So suck it up, buttercups.

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September 5, 2017

A must-read post from blogger Ace at Ace of Spades HQ about how we seem to have gone from a country who just 70-odd years ago could storm the beaches at Normandy to a place where college students need “safe zones” with stuffed animals and Playdoh for whenever someone triggers them with a Trump sign or something that happens to offend their fragile psyches and sensitivities. Clearly, we’ve become a nation enslaved to our smart phones and social media, to the point where the word “saturation” doesn’t do the word justice and we’re brain-damaged because of it.

Case in point: I’m standing in line at a Dutch Bros Coffee stand on Monday while the twins await their medium iced white chocolate mochas with extra whip cream. There’s contemporary synth-pop blaring out of the speakers, and I’m the only one standing in line who isn’t either tattooed or using their smart phones as a extension of their physical bodies. A young, attractive couple in front of me is communicating with each other through their smart phones. Neither is saying a word to each other, they’re just texting each other and laughing over whatever it is they’re texting. That’s what it has come to. Back in my day you’d, like, converse with each other, y’know?

I know I sound like an old fogey here, but when I told the twins I felt like a dinosaur everyone just laughed – good naturedly, of course. Which is fine. But there is a more serious undercurrent running through this – and especially when it comes to politics. My God, you’d think the election of Donald Trump has been the absolute end of the world. CNN and MSNBC run 24/7 with every kind of conspiracy theory you can imagine; no wonder every snowflake liberal thinks that Trump is about to be impeached (he’s not) or about to resign because of the latest explosive developments in Robert Mueller’s Russia probe (there aren’t any). And I think Ace is spot-on when he writes that while it’s just the drive-bys trying to rile folks up for ratings purposes and furthering they’re own hateful, Beltway elitist agendas, it’s also damaging to our country’s collective psyches and how it’s important to turn it all off and, y’know, find a life:

That’s why it’s important, I think, to cultivate a hobby, an interest, a charitable endeavor, a group with shared passions where you can exert some control. Sure, you won’t be exerting control over the things you maybe wish you could control, but you’ll have the satisfaction of seeing your efforts slowly work to achieve something tangible, real, and good.

Haven’t read in a while? Start reading. Lotta good books out there. Some of the best are like One Hundred Years old and so are even free on Kindle (or 99 cents, just for the converstion).

Thinking about getting some GAINZZZ? Well, get some GAINZZZ.

Haven’t picked up the guitar since you were 20? Pick it up again. (I’m told the amount of free and expert instruction now available on the internet for learning music is fantastic.)

Thinking about starting some activity the whole family can do? Stop thinking, start doing.

I think it’s very helpful to have some areas in your life where you are challenged, and yet you can overcome those challenges through effort. A bit of control in one area might make all the difference.

Ace is also right about the dangers of social media, the need of folks to be seen as important or influential by tweeting stuff or posting stuff on Facebook simply to garner folowers – something they’ve obviously been unable to do in their own meager existences.

What is the damn advantage of that? What are the first reports besides garbage, inaccuracies, #FakeNews, and #HotTakes?

Why would anyone on earth every want to read something about major news (and note: 99% of news is not major, even in the Age of Trump, when everything is shrieked about) that the writer didn’t even take four or six hours to think about first?

For purposes of my job, I should want to be among the First to Know.

On the other hand, for purposes of my mental health, I kinda like being Among the Last to Know. Time acts as a good sieve to filter out most of the the noise and stupidity — and Dear Lord, there is so much grunting animal noise and stupid clamor nowadays.

Life is short, guys. No one ever realizes how short life is until they’re looking at having only days or weeks of it left.

Tune out the lunatics, filter out the hate, embrace things that matter, and try to get off the white-knuckled machine of anxiety, fear, depression, and hopelessness Your Media Betters have made for you.

If not for the mainstream media’s continuous focus on the negative, I wouldn’t even know we had so much to be afraid of in my not-so-small town. Maybe it’s just my own perception at not going out much beyond the supermarket or the pizza join down the street, but it seems to me that the folks in my area seem to get along quite well regardless of race, sex, culture, and religion. Sure, you have the bad apples here just like you would have in any community, but 25 protesters marching in support of DACA doesn’t make for an uprising. When Bill O’Reilly left FOX News I gave up cable news of all kinds up, with the exception of FOX’s Saturday night lineup of Judge Jeannine, Greg Gutfeld, and Watters’ World are fun to watch. Like most folks increasingly, I instead choose what internet sites I get my news and info from (it’s a wider variety than I bet y’all think!), and figure I have the God-given brains to recognize what’s important and useful, and what is total bullshit. And there’s a lot of that out there!

To be honest, the only time I’ll watch TV anymore is Golf Channel or switching between the MLB Network, Golf Channel and Food Network’s “Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives” on Friday night. The other nights of the week I’m reading – primarily fiction (James Lee Burke‘s Dave Robicheaux series and Randy Wayne White‘s Doc Ford series are current faves), or just sitting out on the patio and enjoying a quiet Pinot Grigio or two or three before calling it a night.

And you know what? I’ve found out I don’t miss the TV. We’re it not for golf and baseball, I probably wouldn’t even own one. At nearly 62 years of age I don’t need to be caught up on what’s hot in pop culture or listen to someone commenting on the political divisions that run in our country these days. I’ve been around long enough to know what I know, believe what I believe, and take everything one day at a time because it can all go “poof!” in the blink of an eye. To immerse myself in social media would tell me I don’t really have a life, and last time I checked I do. It would be better for us as a country if many others would do the same, but the social media genie is out of the bottle and that’s just the way these times are. It’s just unfortunate that it’s turning young people into a bunch of snowflake zombies who never learned to think or speak for themselves.

Heaven help all of us if they were ever called to storm some beach thousands of miles away in defense of this country.

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September 2, 2017

A number of items while marveling at the effects of our own hurricane here in the Valley of the Sun:

You can feel the changes T.S. Lidia is bringing to Arizona, humid…muggy…swampy…just a few words to describe it.

We had lots of clouds today but that’s it. What we really needed was to have a system swoop from northwest off the Pacific and draw Lidia’s remnants into the Valley, but that ain’t gonna happen. Looking at the long-term forecast, we may not get any precipitation of substance until December!

It’s occasions just like this that tell you that as long as John Farrell is managing the Red Sox they’re not going anywhere:

In the bottom half of the sixth, with Pomeranz getting up towards 100 pitches, it seemed like a good time to have him on a short leash. John Farrell had Brandon Workman warming up, and Didi Gregorius was leading off for New York. With Chase Headley and Matt Holliday following him — one hitter who was having a big day against Pomeranz and one righty who hits lefties very well — it seemed like it should be a one-batter inning for Pomeranz. He walked Gregorius, but Farrell left him in. Predictably, it did not go well. Headley hit a single to put runners on the corners and Holliday destroyed a middle-middle fastball to give the Yankees a 4-1 lead. With the Red Sox having bigger bullpen than usual thanks to expanded rosters, sticking with Pomeranz really made no sense to me. His day ended after striking out Greg Bird, and Brandon Workman came in to finish things off.

John Farrell sucks as a manger.

You can bet the losers at CNN and MSNBC won’t show this. Personally, I think it’s great to have a First Lady who is not only classy but abona fide fox.

…Hey Democrats, this is what you have for your national elected leadership. What a buffoon.

Swing change alert: big changes being attempted at the range today. This is what I am trying to achieve. Look at the move on Paula’s downswing, how she just goes and gets it. Look at how she stays on top of the ball. Look at that figure and those legs…er, never mind. That is what I’m going to work on achieving. I just love that move!

Hard to argue with any of these choices. Although personally I wouldn’t have mind seeing included Dylan’s Nashville Skyline.

Maybe it is, I don’t know. I do know we’ve got quite a little restaurant row just five mins away in downtown Gilbert, and both Chandler and Mesa (both no more than 20 mins away) have the same as well. The one thing about Americans is that when the going gets tough, the tough get going…

…unless your a leftist lib, of course. Funny, I was thinking the same thing. You’d never see the liberal left doing what the Cajun Navy has been doing down in Texas. If this happened in, say, New York City or San Francisco, they’d all be crawled up in a ball weeping while waiting for their precious federal government to rescue them.

Along those same lines, I’m thinking a lot of people who have been watching the Harvey rescue efforts are being forced to re-think the crap the mainstream media has been shoving down peoples’ throats for a while now. This country might be divided politically, but we work together when there’s the need. Unless, of course, you work for CNN – then you’re just a sleazebag.

I made my Harvey donation to the good folks at Samaritan’s Purse. If you’re looking for a charitable organization you can trust, it’s hard to beat the folks at SP. It’s a great organization run by Billy Graham’s son, Franklin.

“So, how does a great ball-striker out here on the PGA Tour like you make a 12 on a par 5?”

It’s pretty friggin’ sad to know that even with this the libs and Democrats will still find a way to criticize the President and First Lady.

Lots of folks know pop/country legend Glen Campbell passed away a few weeks ago from Alzheimer’s. Most people don’t know he had a long and enduring friendship with, of all people, rock legend Alice Cooper. Check this out.

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August 31, 2017

Been cleaning out our e-mails and came across this pic from a few years back when me and fellow Goodboys “The Funny Guy” and “Doggy Duval” crossed another item off of our “bucket list” and ponied up $500 smackers to play the golf course at Wynn Las Vegas.

Wish I could say it was a great time out there but my smile hides the fact I was suffering from food poisoning when I arrived in Vegas and was barely able to hold it together (literally!) while we worked our way around a very nice and difficult golf course. Of course, the question begs, “Was it worth $500?” Of course not, I don’t think any golf course is worth half a grand to play. But $500 in Vegas is not only not a lot of money when compared to elsewhere, but you can spend and lose a heckuva lot more dough-re-mi than $500 over four hours in Vegas engaging in a variety of other pursuits.

…If you know what I mean.

The 18th hole was particularly tough, but that waterfall fronting the 18th green looked especially nice against the Vegas backdrop. None of us played particularly well that day, but I’m glad we did it and the pic brings back some great memories. All of a sudden I wish I was there.

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August 30, 2017

So it’s the 50th anniversary of the so-called “Summer of Love”. Me? I was too young to remember much about that summer except that “Impossible Dream” team, but this article in The Weekly Standard reminds me that, outside of some damned good music, the whole San Francisco – Haight/Ashbury thing was all pretty much bullshit.

Even a Beatle who saw it first-hand thought as much:

George Harrison and his wife visited San Francisco at the height of the Summer of Love. They wanted to see Haight-Ashbury. They walked the streets and quickly drew a crowd of flower children. Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band had been released just weeks before and, as was said, blown minds the world over. And here was one of its creators come to bestow a Beatle blessing on the counterculture of the Haight. The perfect alignment of man and moment, prophet and place: The photos taken that day, writes the rock music historian Joel Selvin, “became the single most enduring image from the city in the Summer of Love.”

From behind Harrison’s famous heart-shaped sunglasses, however, things looked different from what he’d been reading in the press.

“I went there expecting it to be a brilliant place,” Harrison said years later, “with groovy gypsy people making works of art and paintings and carvings in little workshops. But it was full of horrible spotty drop-out kids on drugs. . . .

“I could only describe it as being like the Bowery: a lot of bums and drop-outs, many of them very young kids who’d dropped acid and come from all over America to this Mecca of LSD. It certainly showed me what was really happening in the drug culture. It wasn’t what I’d thought — spiritual awakenings and being artistic — it was like alcoholism, like any addiction.”

The Harrisons wandered toward the park. The crowd grew and pressed in. When Harrison declined a joint from one of the hippies, he sensed a rising air of menace. “You’re putting me down, man,” said the offended flower child. Harrison’s limo appeared and his party ducked in, headed for the airport to fly to L.A.

“That was a turning point for me,” Harrison said. “That’s when I went right off the whole drug cult.”

You look back at that time and it’s hard not to see that, outside of The Beatles, who were the real deal) everything else associated with “The Sixties” nothing like Scott MacKenzie’s tune would have you think. And, as that Weekly Standard article says, we’re still dealing with its aftermath in terms of the socio-political.

If you really want to think of “The Sixties” as a political movement, with the “Summer of Love” as its apex, while lots of sociologists mark its beginning with JFK’s assassination and its end with either Kent State or Richard Nixon’s resignation, it’s my view that the end of “The Sixties” finally came with Hillary Clinton’s loss to Donald Trump last November. Think about it: Hillary was really just another Sixties feminist running on the oh-so-high-minded ideals of that era: equality, fairness – all that bullshit crap. Heck, if you wanted to see what happened to the “Women’s Movement” of the “The Sixties” all you had to do was look at the people knocking on doors on her behalf – all older women who still believed the dream and the possibilities of the “Age of Aquarius”. Unfortunately (actually, fortunately for the country) people didn’t buy the message because they didn’t buy the messenger.

Old legends take a while to die hard, I guess.

As Paul Mirengoff notes in this Powerline blog piece, not everything that summer of 1967 was about love and peace. And it’s not as if the lessons of peace and love had much of an impact – if it had, you wouldn’t have had that most violent of years, 1968.

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August 29, 2017

It’s reading stories like this that remind me just how much I’ll never travel to Mexico again, not even if it’s on a cruise ship. It wasn’t always that way: I remember our very first cruise back in 1988 when our ship was the first ship allowed to dock at Playa del Carmen following Hurricane Gilbert. It was like taking a step back in time – back then Playa del Carmen had just a few restaurants and a few storefront tourist shops. We walked all around the town after it got dark and I remember a few street lights and strands of brightly-colored party lights across a few intersections. Another cruise, had to be twenty years ago, we stopped in Cozumel. We rented a Jeep and drove all around the island, stopping at a bar on the beach where a thunderstorm was blowing up offshore, turning the sky an ominous deep blue-black against the gorgeous turquoise-colored water. We ended up getting lost but were still able to scramble our way back to the ship with a half hour to spare. On yet another cruise, working our way down Mexico’s Pacific coast, we took a school bus on a tour way up into the mountains on dirt roads into a village above Mazatlán. It was a great excursion, but even back then I couldn’t help wonder what would stop a gang of thugs from stopping the bus and ripping us all off. I guarantee you neither is anything I would try in this day and age!

Frank would be disappointed, but he was part of a by-gone era – one I’m grateful for having lived through. Nothing stays the same, it’s all going to hell.

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