Past Perfect
The bats in the belfry at First Baptist Church
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The organist’s eyes locked on the Satanic bat dive-bombing her.
The Re-Con
A Report from Pennsylvania
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I stay for the kindnesses in the classroom, the solitude at home, and the consolation in the countryside.
Past Perfect
View of Bathsheba on Garfield St.
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You could hear the ice rattling in highball glasses
Maverick Ranch Notes
Our road had become a driving hell of creek bed, ripple-waves, and projecting rocks
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Halfway up the road, conversation turned to gasps
Past Perfect
How Hot Was It?
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If you are of a certain age, you remember getting by in the Laredo heat, too.
The Re-Con
Hail to the Thief
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I can’t stomach it — the butchered syntax, the prepubescent vocabulary, the oblique threats, the incessant self-congratulation, the bare-assed ignorance, the bald-faced lies.
Maverick Ranch Notes
Our sister Martha was our leader in every endeavor
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We welcome LareDOS! It is good to have this unique and outstanding voice speaking again. Much has occurred in the last two years to change everyone’s life. Our lives changed when our sister Martha died after a brief time of illness. When a loss is unexpected, time becomes one of the only ways to come to grips with the loss.
The Re-Con
The Inheritance
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Dad died last September. We weren’t close. Never had been. States and ages and resentments separated us. In the last twenty years we spoke twice.
Mystery Customer
Hungry? Head over to Katsumi Goya at the Food Truck Park
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Hungry? Get thee to the Food Truck Park at the Pan American Courts at 3301 San Bernardo and enjoy the delicious Asian street food from Katsumi Goya. The brussel sprouts/jicama salad was a homerun as was the fried avocado bun. Still hungry? Try the taquitos and the Lenten fare at El Puesto, the other truck in the park.
Day Tripper
Lunch at Lala’s and a quiet afternoon at the Los Ojuelos cemetery and Mirando City
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About 30 miles from Laredo, just off U.S. Hwy. 359, you can turn onto Ranch Road 649 and find two tranquil places that belie their once teeming historic pasts. One is Los Ojuelos and the other is Mirando City. Because I have old, longstanding paternal ties to Los Ojuelos, I find that daytrips there always evoke deep wells of thought for who we have been and who we are now. My grandfather Pedro Armengol Guerra was born at Los Ojuelos in 1880 to Adela Aguirre Guerra (from Candela) and José María Guerra.