On Thu, 4 Mar 2010 00:12:15 -0600, "William Wixon"
wrote:



February 24, 2010
The American Disease
Round Midnight
By JOE BAGEANT
Ajijic, Mexico.
Near midnight and I am making tortillas on an iron skillet over a gas flame.
Some three thousand miles to the north, my wife and dog nestle in sleep in
the wake of a 34-inch snowstorm, while the dogs of Ajijic are barking at the
witching hour and roosters crow all too early for the dawn. While my good
Mexican neighbors along Zaragoza Street sleep.
Yet here I am awake and patting out tortillas, haunted by the empire that I
have called home most of my life.
I like to think that, for the most part, I no longer live up there in the
U.S., but southward of its ticking social, political and economic bombs.

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This fellow is stuck at sophomore tic sophomore tic sophomore...