Looking out my Backdoor: Tragedy in Etzatlan

Lest we forget. I tell this story lest we forget.

We have suffered a tragedy in our little community.

You are probably tired of hearing me celebrate every raindrop. The rain that makes this mountainous country look like the green, green, green of Ireland, wears the familiar comedy/tragedy mask, same as any country with arroyos and gullies. Water will wear and tear channels through mountains, valleys and hillsides.

Last week the rain turned its tragedy cheek toward our town.

Etzatlan was established by the Spanish in the 1530s as a major shipping point from the gold and silver mines in the moun...