Dust Devils

Dust Devils

DUST DEVILS, WHIRLWINDS, WILLY-WILLIES (But not “willywaws” – those are something else.) The world-wide plains of our continents are full of them, those mysterious rising ropes of writhing dirt. Even the oceans have them, where they’re called water spouts. Skinniest...
Alamos Mothers’ Day

Alamos Mothers’ Day

MOTHERS’ DAY, ALAMOS MEXICO In the nighttime, dark and warm, through the flickering shadows cast by the odd street lamp, you hear it. Music wafting on the gentle movement of air, a special music. Alamos is full of music and fiestas; there’s always a celebration about....
Vendors

Vendors

VENDORS The day begins to simmer hot and dry; the dogs loll in the shade near the fountain. Birds flit around it, using it for a quick fluttering bath and a sip. They’re ignored by the dogs, who don’t even flick an ear at them. The dogs do react to the circling...
Sunday In Alamos

Sunday In Alamos

ALAMOS SUNDAY It’s early Sunday morning; the doves clamor annoyingly, insistently, cooing outside windows. The caged parrot yaks at us to take off his nighttime shroud, and the dogs moan for breakfast, pushing their cold noses into our warm bedtime faces.   But...
The Pack Rat

The Pack Rat

THE PACK RAT A.K.A. WOOD RAT Peering down at odd bluish chunks in the graveled driveway, I say to the real estate agent, “That’s soap! Why is Irish Spring bar soap trash out here?” “Oh, that wards off packrats,” she replies. “They can be annoying – everyone has them...