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22. I'll Take Another Hit
22. Iâll Take Another Hit
Photo by Igor Ovsyannykov on Unsplash
October 31, 1991
Halloween dawned over the beach. We woke up and prepared a leisurely breakfast with plenty of coffee. Fernando, a great short-order cook, chopped the serranos, cilantro and tomatoes into salsa fresco. According to Fer, tortillas should not be crispy, but moist and pliable, and stored in a cloth to stay hot. I stuffed the steaming tortillasâŠ
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21. Es Mi Destino
21. Es Mi Destino
October 30, 1991
Fernando and I skedaddled out of the Señoraâs Zipolite compound in the early morning, making our way back to Ruta 200 through beautiful Puerto Angel and south down the heavily forested two-lane coastal road to what I think of as Hualtulco Bay, a nameless curve of coast west of the town of Santa Maria Huatulco. The entire area is called BahĂas de Huatulco, the Bays of HuatulcoâŠ
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20. Two Roads Diverged
20. Two Roads Diverged
We picked up our towels, suntan lotion, books, slipped on our flipflops and started the trek to the south end of the beach. The sand felt coarse and the tide frothy on my feet at the tide line. I picked up tiny limpet shells and colored stones.  Empty and clean, few shells, pieces of driftwood or flotsam lined the intertidal zone. This was a deserted beach, quiet except for the surf and theâŠ
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18. On My Way
18. On My Way
I lit the Coleman lantern and Emiliano Zapata tottered off to his
âWhereâs the lantern fuel?â Sam asked as the Coleman sputtered and faded.
âIn the cabinet. Can you stick in Dr. Loco while youâre inside?â After eating, I was feeling friskyâmaybe a little bailato âMuevetĂšâ would be in order. Dr. Locoâs Rockinâ Jalepeño Band was made up of a bunch of university professors and students, some fromâŠ
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17. Danger and Good Fish
17. Danger and Good Fish
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The orange combicruised the hard-packed sand track, turning into one beachside compound after the next. Fernando hung out the window and asked anyone who would talk to him what the rate for car camping and meals would be. The locals eyed usâtwo buses with city slickers and gringos. They werenât having anything to do with us. We scouted until the mid-point of the broadâŠ
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16. Paradise Found
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Sam stalked back to our campsite with Parsley in tow and glared, his arms tightly crossed over his chest, at the Mexicans lounging in our chairs. I introduced the men and busied myself with collecting up the cups, maps, books, and miscellany that littered the table to begin packing the combi for the drive south. Fernando shook Samâs hand, made some polite remarksâŠ
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15. Now There Were Two
15. Now There Were Two
The sun shone directly overhead, filtering through the palms that faintly clacked in a freshening afternoon breeze. I lounged in my folding sling chair reading a novel, Scarlett by Alexandra Ripleyâit was on the bestseller list in October 1991 and Sanborns, where I shopped in Mexico City, carried all the bestsellersâbut I couldnât concentrate. The orange combi remained parked at its campsite, andâŠ
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13. Lightening Strikes
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We found a spotlessly clean taquerĂa perched on a platform of concrete raised up perhaps three feet above the pedestrian mall with thatched umbrellas shading a collection of very tall, very tiny round tables. Fernando showed me how to eat the tiny folds of tortillas stuffed with sessos, cabeza, and al pastor (brains, cow cheeks and marinated pork) slathered in picanteâŠ
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12. Ditching Gerardo
Fernando, Parsley, and I set off to the video bar with Gerardo lurching behind us. Fernando took my elbow, urging me to walk faster, yanking me into the video bar where the Minnesota Twins were crushing the Atlanta Braves in their second World Series win in five years at the Metrodome across four big screens crammed into the small bar. I found William glued to a screen, clutching a sweatingâŠ
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5. Coin Toss
I stabbed my index finger onto the dot of Pochutla on the map. âWe go north on the Pacific Coast Highway,â I traced our route. âLook. To Puerto Escondido; thereâs a trailer park.â âPuerto Escondido? The surfer-dude hang-out?â Sam banged his beer bottle onto the scarred tabletop in the tiny restaurant tucked into the center of Pochutla where weâd stopped to rest. âWeâre going to Huatulcoâto ClubâŠ
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3. DĂ©jĂ vu
DĂ©jĂ vu
When Sam cleared customs at the Mexico City airport, lugging the promised suitcase along with his own bulging duffle, I had already fallen into the easy groove of Spanish classes, cooking, and lively cultural exchanges at Instituto Cutural Oaxaca and settled comfortably at the Maldonaldoâs home with Parsley, my twelve-year-old German Shepherd. The drive between Mexico City and Oaxaca took aboutâŠ
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100% Mexican
âHola. Hallo! Do you want a drink?â a pale, soft-looking man with black hair greeted me in heavily accented English. One of the orange combi neighbors.
I smiled and walked over to introduce myself. âHi, yo soy Ana,â I said as I extended my hand.
âMy name is Gerardo from the north of Mexico Ceety,â he replied pumping my hand a bit longer than necessary and breathing what I took to be the exhaustâŠ
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Runny Eggs Seasoned with Snipe
Runny Eggs Seasoned with Snipe
Sam chose the most gringo-style restaurant on the walking mall for breakfast. His limited taste in food ranked high in my canon of reasons to break upâbut not as high as becoming a nark when his private investigation firm tanked.
Runny eggs seasoned with Samâs snipes for breakfast. I envied the fishermen their happy banter and delectable smelling tidbits served from the giant blue pots. It didnâtâŠ
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I Can Really Pick 'em
The laughter of fishermen woke me at 7:00 A.M., the camper a slow cooking oven in the heat.
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The laughter of fishermen woke me at 7:00 A.M., the camper already a slow cooking oven in the heat. A sheen of sweat covered my skin. I stretched and pulled myself out of the sheets to look through the no-see-um netting Velcroed into the door opening. The edge of the bay lay about seventy-five feet away. Tiny waves foamed onto the shore where the jolly pod ofâŠ
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Book Review: Jack of Spades by Joyce Carol Oates
Book Review: Jack of Spades by Joyce Carol Oates
Ana Manwaring:
Thanks for this review. I always love Joyce Carol Oatedâs books and hope my readers will too.
Originally posted on The Writer's Forensics Blog:
Jack of Spades by Joyce Carol Oates
Publisher: Grove/Atlantic
Pub Date: May 5, 2015
ISBN-10: 0802123945
ISBN-13: 978-0802123947
201 pages
Jack of Spades is a quirky and wonderfully written psychological thriller by one of AmericaâsâŠ
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Guest Post: Ann Gelder, author of âBigfoot and the Babyâ
Making Connections
Making Connections Marketing through the Connection System with Tim Grahl.
Iâve maintained silence for long enough! Hereâs what Iâve been doing:
PLANNING MY AUTHOR PLATFORM.
This blog is all about âbuilding a better story,â and Iâve come to the realization that story is more than craft. Think about it. You can write perfectly crafted stories or articles or novels or poems, but what if no one reads them?This is my story of presenting my work to the public. I followâŠ
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