A River Run
I was relaxing in a favorite chair when the thought struck me… “Let’s have a wiener roast. The weather’s nice enough and it’ll give us an excuse for an outing”.
I was relaxing in a favorite chair when the thought struck me… “Let’s have a wiener roast. The weather’s nice enough and it’ll give us an excuse for an outing”.
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I knew I wasn’t completely losing it as you’ll read below. I did start to write Kat’s Korner over the weekend, because I just found it in Text Edit. Oh thank goodness (about the memory). So, this is what I was blathering about my friends, the Wells and other stuff: “This hasn’t been a good few weeks with losing every one’s friend and Teina’s husband, the old desert rat, Lou Wells. Lou passed away last week and as Teina said “he had his bags packed and was ready to go”. I’m tearing up here. He really was a wise man and he could fix just about any dune buggy which brings me to a funny story about the old desert rat. When San Felipe was going to be featured in Time Magazine’s article on the border towns around Mexico, she contacted our info email at sanfelipe.com.mx. She was looking for some one to guide her around, introduce her to folks, give her the scoop on folks (just kidding). I also had the chore of carting the camera man around. Margo Rossevelt, the woman writing the articles, wanted to speak to a desert man and desert lover and the first person who came to mind was Lou Wells. I arranged the interview and Lou was quoted as saying something to the effect “it’s great down here; we get free direct t.v.”. Oh my goodness, you’d have thought he brought the plague and so I informed all who would listen that each person interviewed by Margo told her about the Direct we had at the time, bar none. However, I surprised Lou was the only one who was quoted. Margot wanted me to take her photographer out to Lou’s house at rock whatever to take some photos. If you could have seen the look on Lou’s face when this check bouncing photographer kept having Lou move here and there and he kept trying to get his light right. I think just when Lou was ready to throw this guy off his property, he said he had enough, but not before he took a photo of the bumper sticker on an old Volkswagen or dune buggy, but it said “No Bad Days“. Fortunately because of my excellent job of sucking up to the writer of the story and we were one of six towns she was visiting, she put our web address in the article along with Lou’s No Bad Days. Lou and Wornout were buddies and over time one of those two would get a Gmail Beta account or a twitter or join a forum; whatever the latest craze was, either Wornout or Lou would send me an invite. Teina will have a remembrance party here (in Truth or Consequences) next month and another sometime in the fall or winter when she can get down to SF. Rest in Peace Lou. We love you! You can read that article by clicking here.I was watching the Lakers play Oklahoma and they are getting their West coast butts beat. I used to live in Los Angles is why I like the Lakers, but now I’m watching a crime show. I am an ID addict. I’m going to save this, just in case.
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Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms out there. I was sleeping when my daughter called last night, but we’ll talk again today. San Felipe has lost another great woman. June Castro Snow, who was married to Jose Castro Castro, has died. I was so shocked when some woman left a comment to the effect I was blathering about stupid things when June had passed. That’s how I found out she had died. June was a very special person. Years before, she was a professional singer; she went through a lot in her lifetime and came out of it all a wonderful, talented, loving person and she will be missed by many. June owned and was the first to name her paper the Gringo Gazzette and she used to work from the El Nido, upstairs in her office. However, the trip back and forth to Campo el Vergel, got to be too much for her and she worked from home her last years. She will be missed by many, but especially by her husband and children. You never saw them apart for very long and it was a real love story. So, my sincere condolences to the family of June and Junio, you will not be forgotten! When I find out any news about a memorial, I’ll let you know. Here’s a link to a pod cast we did with June out at her campo. It’s a good listen and rest in peace Junio. By the way, the photo of the woman below is June in her younger years when she was singing professionally.
One day, a long, long time ago, I was a teenager, full of all the usual male adolescent stuff, and becoming a man. I was well on my way, because for $70 I bought my first car, a 1941 Chevrolet. Most of the paint had been worn off of it, so I painted it. Knowing nothing about painting, I went to a store, bought paint and a brush and plunged in. I painted the bottom half black, and the top half yellow because those two colors were on sale. The color choice was also a form of rebellion. I did it just to irritate my Dad. He rose to the bait, and made me repaint to top half, so I went and bought pink paint. Over the next several months the pink faded, so it was kind of yellowish pink. That was a great old car. Flat out it did 74 miles per hour, but I put the entire JV baseball team in it when the team bus wouldn’t start. We made it to the game on time, but lost to some Jr. High team. That was just about as embarrassing as our uniforms. They had no budget for JV uniforms, so they made us wear old pants from the football team and our own tee shirts. No logos, no hats. You can imagine how silly that looked, football pants, with no pads under them. Anyway I drove the car for three years, paid no attention to maintenance issues, largely because I didn’t know about them, and it never quit on me. And, just owning a car gave me status with my friends, especially those who didn’t have cars yet.