A few words to try to see if the saddle is cinched right....

     We have the never ending problem about trying to gain possession of our photos due to the very, very peculiar process we must use.   We have to render our photos into some cavern deep inside the computer, then start trying to recover them.  That means finding my desired picture and then posting it to Facebook, then sending from Facebook to "downloads" so as to be able to then "select" the picture for posting on the blog.

     At times we can copy and paste the photo directly onto the blog manuscript, although not dependably.

     The blooms above are part of what is called a "rebrote" which in English means a "re-blossoming".   It is the "second blush" of the Flamboyan trees that are the signature of the beginning of Summer in the Mexican eastern tropics.  This year there were relatively heavy rains during the original blossoming and that seems to cause a second pass at the apple, so to speak.

     We have seven of these trees on our lot, ranging from small medium (15 feet) to relatively large for their age trees of 16 years reaching up to 30 feet or a little more.  The one pictured above is a smaller one that provides shade and colour near our little "cochera" (carport) in front of the Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre.   The trees are normally about a time and a half wider in diameter than they are tall.    Lots of dried twigs in the early Winter, and lots of falling leaves right around Christmastide, but it all seems to be worth it.

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     We had a bit of a contretemps about a week ago when I lost the absolute control over my legs, below the knees, and to a lesser extent of my forearms and hands.   Figuring my number was up, and I would rather sing the last  verses of Happy Trails up in the Adobe Hut, I began to try to trudge up from the banks of the Rio Corona, but such was not to be.

This is right where Prieto the Dog
 decided to slobber on me

     It was necessary to literally crawl up about 200 yards, over a gravel, bedrock, and gritty trail.  Luckily, I encountered a long piece of cardboard and used it to somewhat buffer the effect of the trail upon the knees and elbows.  My two "go-for-a-walk" cats (Calico and Cleopatra), and my black dog Prieto (meaning dark or "blackie") actually stayed with me all the way up.   Once there, with some effort, I managed to stand up, and promptly fell down backwards.

     The back of my head made contact with some well-placed, medium-sized rocks.  The next thing that we realized was that Preto was licking my face and doing some kind of whining-barking thing, while I began to call out for Ciro, the majordomo of the Hacienda de La Vega, which is adjacent.  Before long, Ciro was there along with my nearest neighbours who live on the lot at the Quinta's back door.

Bloody mess about which El Gringo Viejo was
completely unaware until the next day.

    That gave us three men, and the daughter of the neighbour and another woman who has a home and store about 20 yards up the "street",  facing my back-door neighbour's lot and home.   They helped me to the corridor of the Quinta, where I was positioned, comfortably, in one of the two complex bright-white plastic chairs (very heavy duty).   These chairs were a gift from the In-Laws of my daughter, who had them left-over from moving the their parents from one nice facility to another more appropriate for their needs.

     It was all rather comedic, except that the return of the use of my extremities was taking longer than I was willing to tolerate.  All were thanked, and my shirt was taken to the neighbour's to be washed.  As for me, I decided to chance at least a quick, warm shower.   This was accomplished, and it was decided to lay down for a moment and rest.   Thankfully, I had gotten fully dressed before starting my nap, because no more t han three minutes later, Ciro the Mayordomo came in with the other major householder in  the Ejido Francisco Madero, a retired lady and the two of them told me to get up and that we had to go to Ciudad Victoria to the "hospital".  They had been ordered by the owner of the Hacienda de La Vega to take me there at all haste.   It was neither worth the argument or the resistance.  Into the backseat of the lady's Focus, and off we went.
     Within thirty minutes we had arrived, including the traffic, lights, etc.  One thing that helped was that the little rural State highway we use to go to Victoria has been upgraded, sharply.   It is amazing how many small, medium, and even some large public projects have been done during this new Governor's brief period of service so far.
     We took the Periferico road and wound up very close to the Prison that had had quite a disorder the week before, once again quelled by this new National Action Party Governor,  Francisco Garcia Cabeza de Vaca.   We were going the wrong way, because the Hospital Civil was in the other direction.  In short order I learned that we were going in the correct direction because we were heading for the relatively new Red Cross Emergency and Trauma Clinica.   We pulled into the parking lot, and lo and behold, there was the owner of the Hacienda de La Vega, with a wheelchair waiting.
      He was accompanied by a doctorette, and a charge nurse, all of whom trucked me into a consulting room where other nurses began looking at the back of my head, and poking around in said region.  Blood pressure was taken, it seems like every 15 minutes, and a bit of blood was drawn, eye and retinal reactions tested along with other reflexes.  I revealed my two small plastic bags of snake oil that I take....as requested by the owner of the Hacienda....so as to orient the personnel at the Clinica de Cruz Roja Mexicana what my medicines are.   
     As usual, it was a bit of a task to convince them that this Gringo has no medicine, only vitamins, aspirin, probiotics, that are taken within a very regular regimen.   When a brief time had passed by and the personnel was convinced that this particular Gringo did not take any medicine, the lady Doctor asked if I had been drinking enough water and if I had been eating correctly.   My answer had to be no.....simply because of laziness.....it is just no fun to cook for oneself.
     A bevy of white uniformed, scowling females, holding their laptops, and swinging their stethoscopes in a not-to-aggressive way frowned at me while the Doctora informed me that I was between moderately to severely dehydrated.   My blood pressure upon entering was 88 / 56,  and the last reading was up to my normal 106 / 68, and she informed me that they could tell by my eyes and this or that .  They had been giving me what I thought was water fairly steadily, but found out at that time that they there plastic tubes of electrolytic waters.
      She told the owner of the Hacienda de La Vega that it would be necessary to take a good supply of electrolytic water and gatorade and Electrolit Suero Rehidratante back to the Santa Engracia area and check on the Gringo every few hours, because....".....it is evident that he is not capable of taking care of himself, apparently."

    I attempted to pay whatever bill there was, as did my friend Rafael, but there was no charge.  And, it is true, that many....most...services at the Mexican Red Cross have no charge.   Back into the wheelchair (humiliating), and taking my little packet of four "starter" Suero Rehidratante plastic bottles.   After expressing eternal gratitude and so forth, etc.etc. we started back to my little mud hut in Nowhere, Mexico.   We stopped briefly, at my insistence, at a PEMEX service station where I bought 200 pesos worth of fuel for La Maestra, which was the least that I could do perhaps.
     After a couple of days of hanging around the house again, doing chores, and trying to be better about eating and hydration, the bloody chair caught my attention.  By that time, my Mayordomo had come up from his community about 70 miles to the South of us, in order to take charge of the decrepit old fool that owns the mud hut.   Interestingly, he and I are almost exactly to the month the same age.   We put ourselves to work on the "Bloody Chair", and turned it back into the really nice piece of comfortable, eye-pleasing furnishing that it is.
    We include a picture of the cleaned-up chair so that all will know that we are at least somewhat industrious.

Thank you all for putting up with this silly, self-involved story, but it might serve to let folks understand the comings and goings of life in that area where the above chair lives and works.   And is cleansed vigourously, frequently, and whether it needs it or not.

El Gringo Viejo

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A few quick logs to put on the fire started by the political scene.....

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    The following are a number of points that come to mind as I drive back and forth, up and down, the road twixt the Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre and my various home-bases.

(1)   The Madness of Lib-Logic -   If a person proposes or supports some notion that an illegal alien who has an outstanding warrant from the Department of Homeland Security - Immigration and Customs Enforcement, should be held by local or State authority until the DHS - ICE officers come and pick up said individual.....then according to the entire Left and the Obsolete Media, that person is a racist, bigot, neanderthal, and just a plain ol' deplorable.

     The Obsolete Press, lamentably now including many of the local broadcasters, has declared the new law dealing with illegal aliens who have compounded their offense by committing a serious misdemeanour or felony is "racist".   It is pointed out that any person supporting this new law is probably a Nazi SS enforcer, a bigot, a bad person,  and as stated above, a veritable  "Deplorable".

    They equate the Texas law recently passed by both Houses of the Congress of the Republic of Texas and signed by the correctly designated Head of State as a law designed to harass and generally denigrate "hispanic" people, all of whom are assumed to be cherubs and people awaiting beatification.   The new law is said to be, in their terms, ''racist".  

     I equate those who argue in this manner to the drunken gunfighter flailing his pistol around, firing at nothing and everything.   They have chosen this time to make of a relatively simple matter something terribly complicated.

    How so?  It is simply because this new law simply states that the constabulary throughout the Republic of Texas, and more especially the elected Sheriffs of the Counties and the Chiefs of Police of the various and sundry municipal jurisdictions of the Republic of Texas honour and comply with active detain-and-deliver orders from DHS - ICE.   This means, equally simply, that illegal aliens who have been detained by arrest for suspicion or by warrant for crimes of a serious nature, once their penal obligations are acquitted, should be referred to DHS - ICE so as to facilitate their immediate deportation.   In some cases, the DHS - ICE people might recover the individual to be transferred to a holding area for later prosecution based on other pending warrants.

     We will point out that among the people whom the Obsolete Press and the general leftist movement loves to call "Hispanic", and who are American / Texian citizens or legal aliens, it is my best estimate that 80% favour this process.   Frequently, they are the ones who have to put up with the swirling mass of criminal slime that have come to our shores, plains, mountains, towns, and cities in order to commit murder, mayhem, and disorder.   Mara Salvatrucha Anyone?

     Here, locally along the frontier, the local print, television, and radio media are pointing out the obtuse racism of the Governor Greg Abbott who wants to throw all "hispanics" in jail and have them deported whether they are legal, illegal, citizens, or not.   This is not a joke.
    It is the same as the picture ID voter requirement false-issue.   They look into the camera with that "look".  The "look"?  It is that "look" that reveals the certain knowledge by the reporter that he / she has "caught" another honkey Klanner being a Mexican-hating bigot.    Little matter that most of the Latinate people who are legally in Texas and / or citizens of three to fourteen generations.....most of them want protection from illegal aliens in Texas who are here solely for criminal purposes.  Of that latter group, long ago they were very few.....now, they are legion.

      One last, and very valid, angle pertaining to this matter.   One might note that Mexico has been delivering people with wants / warrants in the United States and / or Texas on an astoundingly regular and dependable basis.  It was the norm, not more than a generation ago, that obtaining extradition for a wanted person in Mexico to be sent to Texas or elsewhere in the United States was nearly laughable.  Now it is de rigueur.    Texas especially (I sincerely do not know about the other States) has been good about delivering people who have been requested by Mexican authority when the proper charges, warrants, and causes are presented.  It is like....dare I say....the way things should be. 

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 Robert (Sheets) Byrd's ''private" train for his wife who
hated flying.  It still runs both directions, 3 times per week.
  It is especially beautiful during the Spring and Fall.  In
fairness, it is still running a 93% occupancy.

(2)  The notion of "crossing the aisle in order to get something done" - Instead of going through a long, wordy explanation concerning how this writer arrives at the conclusion that now resides in his brain (can we still say 'his'?), it is patently impossible for straight-thinking classical Liberals, classical republicans, classical parliamentary monarchists, modernist Conservatives, traditionalists, orthodox religious thinkers to "cross the aisle". 

 This is the Saloon Car

     And before the irate masses bury me up to the neck and begin the stoning, please understand.  Crossing the aisle to anyone who identifies as one of the above cohort of philosopher, thinker, or believer means being "reasonable" and caring about the opinion of another person who is not in accord with the issue at hand.
    To the Left, "crossing the aisle" means...."Agree with us and vote the way we say or we shall accuse you of wanting children to die, throwing grandma off the cliff, of having ever said the word 'mongoloid', of wanting to abolish Social Security, and being a racist.   And a HomoPhobe (fear of human-like entities)".

     Point? There is no such thing as "crossing the aisle in order to get something done"when one is dealing with leftists.  Their rule is "What is yours is negotiable.  What is mine in mine.".
   The closest we might come to that in recent times is the idea that we do some log-rolling with other peoples' money.  For instance, "You give my wife a private train to Charleston, West Virginia with AMTRAK, and I will vote for your embargo against Brazilian and Mexican sugar."
     West Virginia U.S. Senator Robert Bird (Grand Exalted Kleagle of the Ku Klux Klan) had a wife Erma Ora James - Byrd,  who, like Claudia Alta Taylor Johnson (Lady Bird), and your humble servant, had severe allergy to flying.   Et Viola'! A full scale overnight train with diner, saloon car, and deluxe alcoves in the Pullman section for someone who is "very important".   And what is "mine" is mine?   The train still runs, and ironically, it is doing a little better than breaking even.  Were it to run daily, it would make good money.

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(3)  Grey Panthers form shout-down groups at Town - Hall meeting with their US Representatives -

       They are the perfect picture of America's left.  It is something like, "The Republicans have a blockade against our friends in Cuba, pushing them into extreme poverty.  And we want our free stuff, and the rich should pay for it.!!!!!  We demand it!!!!! Explain why you want us to die!!!!"   

    All of this, of course, references the "discussion" we are having with people like the Grey Panthers and other Soros Choir members who specialise in holding up pitifully impudent and meaningless placards, 'Why do you want my daughter to die?" and "When will you share?" and shouting, "If you let the planet fry, we are all going to die".
     They shout things that can not be discerned, and if discerned cannot be understood.   And then, if they are successful in totally interrupting any communication, they retire from the field of argument, content that they have won. 

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This is a delayed publication, primarily because I forgot to post it a couple of weeks back.
El Gringo Viejo

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Trumphoory - (Chopped Suey, A bunch of hooey, and lies that become gooey) The Anglican (Orthodox) Curmudgeon takes aim at the Cervantine Windmills of the Progressive, Socialist, Elitist Nabob Community

FRIDAY, JUNE 2, 2017

We have taken the self-provided privilege to republish and repost the included article (below) written by the hand of Mr. A.S. Haley.   We urge that the Order of Readers of the Old Gringo click onto accurmudgeon.blogspot.com to see the article in its native habitat, and to keep building up the traffick count of Mr. Haley in a legitimate way.   His blogsite has many magic doors as in the Magic Wardrobe of C.S. Lewis fame....(Chronicles of Narnia).  It is alway a pleasant and mischievous way to wander from the path of reality, while maintaining ones virtues and values.   It is the article of 2 June 2017....a Friday.

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Trumphooey

In the face of yet another onslaught from the never-Trump, ever-snorting boars (actually, bores) in the media, echoed by world so-called leaders from Europe and elsewhere, and by the brainwashed Democrats who can still commandeer a platform for a statement, it is time to pour another dose of cold reality onto the overheated political front.

Briefly: behind the Gadarene rush to condemn President Trump's announcement that he will no longer abide by the provisions of the Paris Agreement signed by President Obama is nothing more than political posturing. The campaign is designed only to spread rampant disinformation in an effort to undermine Trump's public support.

At the same time, the remarkable breadth and effrontery of this campaign is highly revealing of the motives of those behind it. There is no science (understood properly, as a prediction of what will happen when a process is repeated) to back their claims. Instead, there is a consensus of the like-minded and like-motivated, around the moniker of "climate change" (after all, who in his right mind could disagree that the climate changes over time?), that is propped up by highly flexible (and debatable) computer models.

And now that President Trump has had the gall to question the validity of their unsupported (and unsupportable) consensus, the elites and their media are in an uproar: an uproar based on fear of exposure, and not on facts (because there aren't any facts -- only elaborately constructed, and continually revised, computer models). I shall not boost their Web traffic by linking in this post to all the stories they have generated. You may, as Claude Rains would say, round up the usual suspects by going to Huffington Post, MSNBC, CNN or the New York Times, and take it from there.

In short, Obama signed the Paris Agreement as a hollow gesture to his Potemkin legacy, and now Trump has decided he won't play along with the charade.  

You will never read the whole truth in the mainstream media. So those of you who find your way to this obscure outpost on the worldwide Web may thank the luck (or chance) that brought you, because here you will find nothing but the unvarnished truth, as always -- no matter how unpalatable it may be. Qui potest capere capiat.

Let me begin with some unvarnished facts.

First, the so-called "Paris Agreement (or Accord)" of 2015 is called that, because it is not a full-fledged international treaty. It is more akin to a "gentlemen's agreement" between those who signed it as to the levels of greenhouse gases they will individually (as leaders) strive to meet on behalf of their respective countries. (I say "strive", because the Agreement contains no consequences for signatories who fail to reach their own set goals -- see below.)

Second, because it is not a treaty, it is not legally binding on any country whose leader signed it. Instead, it contemplates only a series of implementation measures to be adopted by the signers at future sessions, subject to formal ratification and adoption by the respective governmental bodies of their individual countries.

Third, in the United States, our Constitution gives legal effect only to a treaty that has been signed by the President and ratified by a two-thirds majority of the Senate. (See Article II, Section 2 for the language.) All else is ephemeral: what one President signs, a later President may revoke.

President Obama signed the accord, but he never submitted it to the Senate for ratification. So it has no legal force on the United States, and never has had. It was only his personal commitment to the other signers to lower CO2 gas emissions, and that commitment ended when he left office. Trump was in no way legally bound to continue to honor it -- and now he has announced he will not.

Thus the vocal opposition to Trump's announcement is not based in law, or on any other justifiable ground. The measure of it is simply the degree to which the globalists are outraged that any public figure should attempt at this date to thwart their agenda. (After all, they managed to persuade the heads of 197 countries to climb on board initially, and now those heads have secured official ratification in 147 instances.)

In other words, their bobbing balloons having been punctured, the "climate change" enthusiasts are now emitting a gaseous pollution of their own into the atmosphere. The collective phenomenon is so unique to our experience that I have had to invent a new word for it: "Trumphooey".

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     We have more publications coming out during this week on other topics concerning Mexican and Texian historical points that are seldom mentioned or covered.

El Gringo Viejo

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As Briefly as Possible.....Climate Change....Really? Or - Let us turn our fates over to our betters.....

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     If you like your plan, you can keep your plan.   If you like your doctor, you can keep your doctor.    Now that we have enacted the Income Tax, be assured that the tax will never exceed 1% of your income.

     Enumerating all the programmes established by "Progressives" that were sold for rabbits and turned out to be cats would take at least enough pages to destroy the Black Forest.   The worst of all of the projects for perfection of the human race, however, is the concept of trying to intercept the destruction of Planet Earth from being self-immolated by means of global warming.....or cooling.....or climate change.....or (what's next?).

     The preliminary to all of this was the Jane Fonda - starring movie "China Syndrome" which instructed the mindless of that time that all nuclear reactors were going to melt down and make doughnut holes of the Planet.   And, as the bard points out, without taste or class, more people have died in the back seat of Teddy Kennedy's Oldsmobile than from any dysfunction of an American, Mexican, or Canadian nuclear reactor.

     Very quickly, I recount when the university professor from some place called Berkeley told the Louisiana State University College of Geography, Geology, and Earth Sciences to be ready for their visit on such and such date....sometime in the lattermost 1970s.  My brother would be made head of that College, after taking his Ph.D from LSU in 1969.

     Sure enough, the appointed day arrived, and the Berkeley professors came in, looking totally the part of a gang of bank robbers, and began ordering the peons around so as to better accommodate their lecture.  Desks and chairs were moved, a projection screen extended (there was already one installed on the map-wall), and other adaptations.   The scraggy-looking professors lectured the 40 or so professors, instructors, and staff for about 2 and a half hours, advising them that the new "....line of attack against the established interests" is going to be the colour green, and the "Green Revolution".   They made it plain that protecting the planet, at all and any cost, would be the "New Viet Nam War", and that we were obliged to begin the indoctrination of our classes in the new "secular religion" of saving the planet.

     We shall forego the many details of this encounter.  It was not ended well, because back then even the liberal professors in the South had brains......and souls.  It was ended by people like my brother asking about the credentials of the "Doctors"....and it turned out that they were, actually Ph. D. level professors at Berkeley and other nearby institutions of higher learning in California.   They were also dedicated and self-identifying marxists, doing something similar to what we see the Mormon boys doing with their nice (but not-too-nice) bicycles and sedate religious information pamphlets and their quiet civility.   Except these professors from California were not "nice".  They were foul-mouthed, demanding, and even expected the LSU people to take up a collection for them and also take them out to supper at a place of their (the California professors') choice.

     We have had to change our freon from this to that type, and change out the antiperspirant spray propellant, stop eating whale meat, stop using styrofoam anything, and exactly 247 different life-style amending actions before we would be allowed to look at a picture of Jane Fonda with her North Vietnamese soldier's uniform and her personal anti-aircraft pod.

     We are tired of this demagoguery.  Free Enterprise and capitalism make things clean.  Christian stewardship of Creation cleans things up....Christians do bad things, but generally their old ethic was "cleanliness is next to Godliness".....In Mexico, where people practice Catholicism or some form of reasonable Protestantism, things are clean....but where there are people unbound by any ethic or proverbial prescription for life....it is a mess, where the motto is "Your land and the public areas are my land-fill."

     And yes there are businesses that take advantage of "....when nobody is looking" almost anywhere.   But the fact is the American messes are our messes, the Mexican messes are their messes, the Canadian messes are their messes.   And....in each of the three cases, each of the three entities cited have made significant to exemplary improvements to environmental conditions and pollution abatement.

Ixtaccihuatl (L) and Popocatepetl (R)

     Not long ago, in Mexico City, a girl and her husband were complaining about the smog, and several of us geezers ....(we were in the 7th floor restaurant / bar of the Majestic Hotel on the main plaza (Zocalo) of Mexico City) .....also taking in the impressive, classical images.   Seven or eight old geezers...American and Mexican....snorted and laughed a bit at the young girl's observation.  There was a pause, almost uncomfortable, until your humble servant spoke up to say, in Spanish, "Please forgive us, but we remember when the smog was so bad we could not see the distance of one block here at mid-day".

     Her man, I think they were on honeymoon, said, "You are not joking?"  To which I and all the old geezers sitting about, nodded with the the assurance of age and truth, "That is the way it was from 1969 through 2002," I assured them.  In those times, it was a rare when one could see the moon, stars, during the night or blue sky during the day.   But active LOCAL MEASURES finally rendered results.  And now, one can see from the Majestic's 7th floor facility, the famous peaks of Popocatepetl and Ixtaccihuatl....snow covered....glistening with almost patriotic zeal.  No international pact.  Just the clumsy, somewhat corrupt, substantially sincere, private and public effort to clean up and make things "nicer".

     These countries who jump onto this bogus wealth transfer system should be a bit ashamed of themselves.   They are insulting their own good works, as if they think that it might be easier just to let a blue-helmetted UN army come in and start running their countries and telling them what kind of toilet paper the people will use and what kind of beef they will be allowed to drink.

     Before long, should the Blue-helmets have their way, the entire world will look like Cuba and Venezuela...and frankly.....much of Russia.   The Hillarys and the "better" people will still have their little redoubts behind several hundred acres of forest, where their neighborhoods are protected from the hoi polloi by heavily armed gorillas and six layers of electronic sensors.   They can pollute, because they will have those who are willing to carry the chamber pots.

El Gringo Viejo
ps:   to the greenies, if you do not know the difference between an upward adiabatic rate and an isobar, then just....shut up....and go away.......

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Progress Report on the Lime Plantation of Our Neighbour

These are very, very recent pictures sent up by our neighbour from the Hacienda de La Vega.   

     In the above picture, one can see a "baby" lime tree after its first significant heavy rains since its having been planted.   The reason our neighbour sent up this particular picture is to show how quickly it responded to the rains.  The darkest green is the "old growth" that was present at the planting.   The lighter green is what has been put on since the rains of four days ago....totalling some 4.5 to 6 inches over a two day period....and the quick response of this and the other new trees has been very encouraging, to say the least.

     The reason for isolating on this one, individual sapling is to show its growth response and the exposed rubberised hoses that run throughout the planted area.  It is a matter of literally thousands of feet of drip-irrigation infrastructure....perhaps 40,000 feet or more.   Although the area fairly dependably receives 50 and up to 100 inches of rain per year, there are a couple of lengthy episodes during the annual cycle that can be pretty darned dry.   If those dry periods are especially hot and windy, and coincide with an early fruiting or flower-set with too much impact, it can reduce the harvest from 30 to even 50 per cent.

    The Johnson grass and other unwanted vegetation is another continuing and continuous fight.   It will require the almost constant weeding by hoe and machete by two to four men who know what they are doing.    The runways will have to be disc - plowed at least once per month in order to keep the access open to that time when the first harvest will take place.   We are hoping that 16 months now, will be the magic time.

     The trees as the viewer sees them are now twice the size as they were at planting.  If all remains anywhere near normal, they will be approximately 10 times the size seen here at this moment when they produce their first harvest.  They will never be the height or head of a Valencia orange or Red Grapefruit tree, but they will produce two or three crops per year, instead of just the one like their bigger first-cousins.

     Finally, this lime business has had considerable impact in the Santa Engracia area, where older  groves of orange and grapefruit have been removed and replaced with these particular limes.   Two or three of the major orchards are old enough to have produce marketable harvests and we are seeing buyers "scouting" the new fields such as the Hacienda de La Vega.   The major destinations for these limes are going to be areas with top-end saloons and night spots, gourmet restaurants, and resort areas.  New York, Miami, Las Vegas, LAX, the Austin-Houston-DFW triangle and similar places are known to have produce importers programming the importation of these specialty limes, as well as Mexico's huge demand centres such as Mexico, D.F., Guadalajara, Monterrey Metro, and the beach resorts.   There are already efforts to move product to France, Italy, Spain, and Great Britain, as well as Japan and Singapore.  

     So that is where we are.  If there are any questions I shall try to answer them.  If I know not, then it will be no problem to communicate with our neighbour Rafael to find out anything anyone might want to know.

El Gringo Viejo

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Why it might not be so much "biological determinism". but just a plain combination of instinct and friendship.