Looking Out my Backdoor - Sunshine on the beach; one dark cloud in the sky
Last updated 5/4/2017 at 11:33am
I always like being back in Mazatlan, the town I visited year after year, the town where I lived nearly three years. Familiar places, familiar people, old friends.
A sadness, a worry, clouds my holiday. You remember Carlos, my friend who drives a pulmonia? He would take me for groceries, for medical care, for important paperwork. He became my interpreter when I needed one. He and Selena helped me paint my apartment. We shared meals.
Three days prior to my leaving Etzatlan, Carlos phoned. Something was troubling about the call. He could hardly speak with me — or the connection was bad â...
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