formal name of Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna? LEAVE THE POST-PUBLICATION EDITTING ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!

Preambulation:

Without gloating, we took groups to this destination at

10,000 FASL many times during the 1980s and early

1990s.   We were the first to touristically programme

groups of 20 to stay at this stunning destination. Many

ghosts and many happy people returning to

spend time.  We were the first  spend nights, in groups,

to this mystical silver compound.   It is thought that 15%

of all the silver that left Mexico and arrived in Spain was

shipped from Real de Catorce.

                           Sad, Happy, and Stunning…

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     The following remarks are partly apologia and partly explanation.   We shall explore and expose various things, both commendable and lamentable.  It shall be a review of things that we encountered during our last stay down at our place in Mexico, along with political activities  which are American and Mexican, but more importantly, Texian.

I.   THEREFORE, WE RETURN TO THE TOPICS OF CONCERN:

     Several years ago, this writer decided to establish his own Hawaii and Shangri-La all in one place.  He had always had this peculiar affinity for being comfortable in Mexico…he could speak the language and its variants…his wife spoke Spanish as well and had substantial white Arab, Celtic, Angosturan, Portuguese, Azorean, French, and Hebrew mix of a southern European.

  She also allowed me to do everything morally advanced and anything legal so long as she managed the banks and IRS.We established a very successful small, first class / deluxe Excursion Company back around  1977.   We covered every important, not-so-important, unknown, secret, very well known, common, mundane, or exotic place that could be reasonably and comfortably accessed and enjoyed.   One is pictured above…which was a place that your Humble Servant delivered (him present at all times)…that had foreign tourists stay one, two, or three nights  in what was essentially lunar, no-where, Huh? Mexico.

     We struck out to form a place of retirement for my wife and me during our dotage at the age of 55 or so.  That worked well until we approached and passed the retirement ages and conditions changed in Mexico, slightly but changed nonetheless.   Our comfortable little Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre allowed us a very comfortable…primitive…adobe…advanced…functional…picturesque…and all of that,  and for many years we had that sporadic arrival of quircky tourists and birdwatchers and loungers and Euros and Japanese and Yankees…that steadily lost traffic due to the press and certain realities that are bad but nowhere year as bad as the "mainstream press" spins.

    One thing remained the same.  My boss had the checkbook…which is strange since she is essentially a General Purpose Accountant…!!   I would go down  (and still do) to our place…all legally bought, registered, fairly taxed, totally recognised by the three levels of federal, State, and local governing groups in Mexico our "Adobe Hut" with the lofty (but legally and morally correct) name of "Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre".

A"widescreen" interpretation of the Hacienda de Santa
Engracia…about 3/8ths of a mile to the East of the Quinta
 Tesoro de la Sierra Madre (1720 'til now).  There is
 actually no curve…the rural highway is a very straight,
 dull, and boring and more improved as of December, 2019.
 Other improvements are underway.
  (Welcome to Mexico!!)  
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Early Spring at the Quinta Tesoro de
 la Sierra Madre

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The Boss

 begins the process of reminding her

 granddaughter who The Boss is.

We have five (5) granddaughters (and not

 one grandson).

  They all obey their grandmother

 But  the grandfather…?   Not so much.

 The Grandfather's name is

 "Hooz'dat?" according to the girls.

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But, we move along.

     During the past four years especially, things gradually ground to a stop, with a bit of return to normalcy starting about 18 months ago.  But the activity is nothing like our restoration of the Hacienda de Santa Engracia by backing the owners of said Hacienda with our promise that, during the late 1970s and early 1980s,  we would deliver several thousand American (and other foreign) tourists who would spend pleasant time at that ancient and venerable old, resuscitated  Hacienda from the first quarter of the 1700's.

   In the late 1970s and during the 1980s and 1990s we pulled many, many busses and autos through the portals of parking area of that fine place.

   It still exists, but is gradually returning to the inertia of it previous existence.   We shall see if someday we can finish our efforts of restoring the

Hacienda de Santa Engracia's touristic visitation

to its previous resplendent impressiveness.  It was truly a secret Dutchy on the edge of civilisation during the Spanish Colonial Period.   It is all from another time.

   My time ends fairly shortly on this planet and/or theatre.  But the area around Santa Engracia (Holy Grace) continues to entrance Mexicans, Texians, foreigners of all sorts and social levels…we accentuate "all sorts" and of "all  social levels.

  For instance, I am not a Saint, and will never be.   As are most of the people around the Santa Engracia catchment, they can trace their entrance into the area into the late 1930s and later.   The Colonial populations was less than 6,000 souls…man, woman,  and child.

    The Hacienda was once over 600,000 acres in extension, but as we have stated...nothing like the population of to-day.   To-day, 300 years later, it is approximating 400,000 rural and small-town folks…an explosion by best estimates of 2,000 times of the original colonial folks.   As those before, so are those of the moment.   As were those from before, so are those who came later…but the mystique of the entire zone…its birds and animals, its crops of citrus and specialty vegetables, and the passive / active art of the apiarists, etc.

     It is a sad place to abandon or to sell-for-cheap, but my time has come.  I am speaking of thinking about abandoning a place that had its own soul…perhaps a greater soul than my own. One small injury and another knee problem and just plain wearing out causes one to become reasonable.   And yes, Virginia, I am talking about the Quinta de la Sierra Madre.

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My Eldest Brother

Dr. Milton Birchard Newton, Jr - Ph.D

 Professor, Lousiana State University,

 Schools of Geology and Geography

(Chairman various years)

1936 - 1988

(QEPD)

 Seen with his pride and joy !

Daughter Helen

 in those times (she looks like

a doll, no?)

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II.   Therefore, we now turn to the matters at hand…..

     The problem sociologically in the area where I am situated in Mexico…and where many outside the Yucatan and certain very few other places in Mexico are situated...is that we are inundated with people from Central America who have no catechism and who have horrid sociological pathologies during these times.

     Suffice to say the Stork had to fly on overtime to deliver in Nicaragua and especially in Honduras, Guatemala, and El Salvador.   Many…many…many…and many more…and more yet…and many more yet…and many more beyond that…. come to flood us with their needs

       And if we do not comply they will put us to the edge of the blade.   It is the nature of the people who are born without souls…without catechism…or instruction concerning right and wrong…and who are dedicated to their own self-gratifications.  They accuse us of the same things they are actually doing and then vigorously laugh about our catechisms and folkways.

   Our lives are somewhat rigidly controlled by the idea that there is a Supreme Being and a Judgement of those who are born of the the flesh.  The mass of folks who are coming up did not think…in my opinion…about anything except eating, procreating, throwing trash and going about their human digestive discharges.

     All the while, they are charging Los Pinches Gabachos (Abominable Anglo Saxons especially Americans) for the bill.  And…what about the Latins who are here, resident and citizen?   The invaders from the South declare, "They are worse than the Pinches Gabachos!"  according "them - the local Mexicans"…because "they" have sold-out to "La Gabachada (gringos).

     

 The leftist press, which endorses all nature of false "democracy", declares that we who have some form of Catechism, however debilitated, are at fault because there are millions of human-looking bone-reapers, just looking for another piece of flesh on the back door or on the highway.

   

       The fact of the matter is that many, many, many of the "intellectuals" of the latter 1700s and into the times of  Rousseau, Thoreau, Emerson, and the other deranged (although talented) writers of the 1800 - 1930 period were weirdos who dwelt inside of their brains.    

    They thought of "Egalitarianism" and notions that would  provide "proof" of the fact that all Men (people) are created equal and should remain "equal" among their many fellows, should be respected.

Henry David Thoreau -

There are those who see

a certain resemblance to

a young Abraham

Lincoln in this

countenance.

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    The fellow pictured to the above-left is one of those we place in the "kooky-bongo" category, because he was, is, and forever shall be a "Kooky-Bongo".     The leftist press, which endorses all nature of false "democracy" and "kooky-bongoism", declares that we who have some form of Catechism, however debilitated, are at fault because there are millions of human-looking bone-reapers, just looking for another piece of flesh on the back door or on the highway.   It is our fault that they eat human flesh and cause the rot of the soul due to their own avarice, self-indulgence, and egocentrism.   In other words, it is their fault that we try to do the right thing.

        He was, according to  of his superior health and intellectual brilliance, one who  understood of the value of the rule of thought that included any idiotic fad that crossed the gate.   He lived to be well over 45 years of age…but not 46.

  He understood everything well over the first 24 years or hours or minutes…before the "troubles" started.   He, like Sam Houston, and thousands of other "community importants" fell for the "cure" of bone aches, psychological urgencies, bad dreams, various pains and vexes…oddly both  Houston and his 'contraincante' Antonio Lopez de Santa Ana were addicted to lithibrium, and it showed.   

We lament…and have had several complaints already, that the word "contraincante" is not a correct word  or term  for an unre-calcitrant enemy.  The supposed leader of the Mexican Union…had only one Mexican Union and that was Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna. 

Walden's Pond -  Thoreau's refuge...

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this note:   The reader who reasonably objects to any civility to the person of Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna is herein excused.  I, as the sponsor and father of this publication…do not only concur…but profoundly agree with the objector.   To me…the common Mexican soldier at Goliad and San Jacinto…I, we…have no rancour.   My wife's people in what became north-central Mexico,  300 years ago, also fought for the Confederacy up along the grants on the North side of the Rio Bravo (can we say 'north' without rancour? during the War Between the States)…being part of the Division of Benavides, on of the greatest defenders of the Southern Cause.

       The fact of the matter is that many, many, many of the "intellectuals" of the latter 1700s and into the times of  Rousseau, Thoreau, Emerson, and the other deranged (although talented) writers of the 1800 - 1930 period were weirdos who dwelt inside of their brains.

    The leftist press, which endorses all nature of false "democracy", declares that we who have some form of Catechism, however debilitated, are at fault because there are millions of human-looking bone-reapers, just looking for another piece of flesh on the back door or on the highway.  According to the intellectual social engineers, we are obligated to allow the human-looking bone-reapers to eat those of us, and our children.

Antonio de Padua María Lopez

 de Santa Anna y Pérez de Lebrun

(and yes Virginia

  that is and was his complete

 and formal  name given to him

 by his family.)

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      Our only escape from these beasts…whom we know do not truly exist... who have some form of passing over the protections of those who think that baptism is the "inoculation" against this matter.   Catechism of True Faith,  I am given to understand, is the only exit from this perpetual torment.

   

       The fact of the matter is that many, many, many of the "intellectuals" of the latter 1700s and into the times of Rousseau, Thoreau, Emerson, and the other deranged (although talented) writers of the 1800 - 1930 period were weirdos who dwelt inside of their own brains.

    They thought of "Egalitarianism" and notions that would  provide "proof" of the fact that all Men (people) are created equal and should remain "equal" among their many fellows, should be respected.

    We are given as an example of a self-indulgent ogre the case of Presidente General Antonio Lopez de Santa Ana. He understood everything well over the first 24 years or hours or minutes of his conflicted, self-absorbed, lithibrium fuelled life.…before the "troubles" started.   He also valued 30 and 50 year old wines and 100 year old mescales and tequilas.

   He, like Sam Houston, and thousands of other "community importants" fell for the "cure" of bone aches, psychological urgencies, bad dreams, various pains and vexes granted by lithibrium. Oddly enough both  Houston and his 'contraincante (Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna - pictured left) were addicted to lithibrium, and it showed.

     As he sits for the picture to the left, he is missing a portion of his lower leg…left on the field of battle against certain French armies who were concerned about Mexico not coming current with certain foreign debts that had gone seriously over term.
   Truth be known…he won the battle, although he had to sacrifice a good portion of his corporeal existence. The overall result of the conflict was resolved by negotiation. Look up "The Pastry War" between France and Mexico.

     The French Army (and certain others) on the beaches at Vera Cruz in  1839 were not prepared receive Santa Anna nor his funny looking bunch of "Indians" who certainly could not stand up to the excellence of the French Army (and  certain others), but they did.   The fact remains, the Chameleon of the Mexican Military probably was, in the Americas,  the greatest military leader of all times…in various ways.   And, we include Washington, Bolivar, and others, but he was also a horribly flawed egotistical maniac, along with being a philanderer, a drug-addict, a murderer, a woman / wife abuser, an Indian hater, a Euro - American hater, a Texas - Texian hater, a complete monkey-crazy lithibrium and heroin kooky-bongo druggie (including the time at San Jacinto, before the Texian attack), and a really crummy President of Mexico at various times.   Asides from that,  he was just a regular fellow...

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Various folks have asked for this account of times past in McAllen, and "Why the name 'Nolana'" (transferred from our Facebook submissions)

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   Sometime back, long ago, we published a response to the question, "…How did Nolana Boulevard (in McAllen, Texas) get its name?".

     This condensed missive will attempt to explain how it happened.   Nolana was named for my mother.   Back when McAllen, Texas was in fairly rapid expansion the poobahs and shamans of city management tried to stay ahead of planning necessities.   As they platted the possible / probable extension of the city, especially north and south (the only alternatives), it was necessary to do mundane things like naming the streets in order to keep to the theme of "alphabetised east-west streets and numerical for north and south streets". 

     They wanted to avoid the disaster that occurred with the naming of La Vista through to Harvey Drive… four east-west streets that were foolishly named in a heater-skelter manner in north McAllen.   Some lazy-boned City poobahs failed to think ahead to find really good alphabetised trees that could   

be used for the X,Y, and Z streets.

     So anyway…one day, while at the barber shop, the City Manager, Bill Schupp,  was jawing about the the problem of the "streets straddling North Tenth" when their number for naming would come up.  Northern expansion was inevitable for the City.  As they went it had been planned that the naming in this stretch had to be of flowers, while always  being mindful to name the streets alphabetically when their number came up.  As they went, when it came to the "N-word", and the flower's name had been chosen to be "narcissus".

    During those days, the far north of McAllen still lay in county domain.  The street that would be named "narcissus" was still a gravel road, under the maintenance of the County of Hidalgo.  The commissioner of that area was the horribly horrible Commissioner Charlie Curtis.

    Mr. Schupp inferred to all that the naming that particular conduit would need a military name or something very neutral because it was something very big since it was slated to become a major East - West corridor through near-north McAllen.

     Supposedly, all these important men…professional barbers, businessmen, high city officials, Latin and Anglo, commence to jaw and speculate for a long while.   Finally the barber shop's Bootblack, a Mr. Henry Wright (blacker than an 8-ball on a pool table), says, "You all are trying' to make somethin' really easy into somethin' really complicated." (Henry is talking while going about his regular duties, sweeping up hair on the floor, arranging the last used chair, etc. and generally keeping the place looking clean, businesslike, and pleasant.)

     "You all need to think…. there's a lady who sits on the City's Traffic and Safety Commission...she ran the March of Dimes for the County...she did most of the last Census for the County...she's the past President of the McAllen Parents and Teachers Association, she volunteers at the Episcopal Church up on Tenth Street,  she works at the Electric Power company now,  she's raised up three boys, she helped her husband in their big grove care business for 20 years, an' that's Mrs. Newton."

    And the City Manager responded,"Then we name the street 'Newton', as in Sir Isaac Newton?" somewhat dismissively.
   My older brother and I held our tongues because Mr. Schupp, the City Manager, was a very highly regarded figure in McAllen.

NOW HERE WE DIVERGE A BIT:

      Henry White was easily in the top five or ten personalities in McAllen; it was neither because of his Black African ancestry nor in spite of it.    He was, simply stated, just a truly good man, husband, father, friend, and community member.   He backed down from no one, and he helped anyone.   Besides working at the barber shoppe, he and his wife owned and operated a janitorial service.   They had essentially permanent contracts with the Methodist Church, the First Baptist Church, the Presbyterian Church, the McAllen State Bank, and several other top-drawer businesses.

     Henry and his wife had the keys to all the above, and several others.   It was such that when there was a need to enter one of the above buildings due to a possible breach during the wee-early morning hours, the Police would come to Mr. Henry to have him open up the facility under concern.

     So now, back to the main story.   He started, "Well, now Mr. Manager, there is a plant or a palm, I don't know which, but it will serve the purpose.   Miz Hendricks says it be a palm, but Mr. Knops says it might be a purslane or a moss rose that grows under the citrus after an irrigation.   But it is called a Nolana flower and you gentlemen could kill two big birds with one little stone if you would just name the street, "Nolana".   We could make a small honour to Miz Nola, and a small, classy change for McAllen, if you would just call your fancy new street of the future, "Nolana".

     It is very necessary to understand that Mr. Henry Wright, was a black man where there were very few (less than 1% of the local population).  He was already famous as the father of sons who were commissioned and non-commissioned  officers in the United States Army, and of two daughters who were Registered Nurses.  When younger, these children helped in the janitorial business without complaint, and later, one-by-one, joined the ranks of responsible professionals because of that discipline and investment by their parents.

     Once again we state that Mr. Wright and his wife were easily among the top ten couples of distinction in the city of McAllen at that time.   They were something along the lines of "Uncle Bill" Whalen…one of McAllen's most important businessmen.

IN QUICK ORDER:

 

A bedding of Nolana flowers in full bloom

   In fairly quick and due course my mother was summoned to the Ordinary Session of  the City Council, about a month after the get-together at the barber shop.  Mr. Dillard Dean, businessman and Gasoline Station owner (10th and Pecan, southwest corner) had the gavel and called all to order.
   He then called my mother to the "big table" and advised her that the City of McAllen was changing the designation of the name of the gravel road temporarily designated as N - street.    It had been determined that the designation of the name of the street would be a name that would honour both the person who inspired the naming and the attractive flower, the Nolana.

    That much, that session, I can attest to because I was present when it occurred…as a somewhat bored, somewhat interested eleven year old "pre-delinquent".  My mother feigned distress about the whole matter being done without her previous knowledge.  She said it wasn't fair and one thing or another, to which Mr. Shoup and Mr. Dean told her to be quiet and accept the accolades that she certainly deserved.   They also agreed that the recommendation had originated with one Henry Wright, great citizen, McAllen, Texas.

     And that, Virginia, is the whole story of the naming of what is now one of McAllen's main boulevards.

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     In 1966, seven years after all the above and 24 years after buying and building a farmstead on the property, the family sold their 22 acres at what is now the Southeast corner of 10th Street and Nolana, and moved to Austin, Texas.  There my father established himself as a professional psychologist and where I took a degree at what was then Southwest Texas State University in nearby San Marcos, Texas.   It was also where my mother continued her activity and service as a Robin at St. David's Hospital and as the manager of St. David's Church (Episcopal) "Next to New" shoppe in downtown Austin.

    And yes, I still remember running up and down the gravel road out front of our rambling house in the country, with my cats chasing after me and our dogs chasing after our cats and rabbits.  It was a wondrous time.

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    Jo Ann Able Castro thanks for the details

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    George Stearns David, I recall that his name was Henry Wright and not White. He was as fine a man as I ever knew, as was his Edinburg counterpart Otis Bell. I heard more than once that Henry might have been the only man who could have walked into either McAllen bank and borrowed money on just his signature. He was shining shoes in Jack Hale's barbershop on Main where I got my very first haircut from a real barber.

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    David Christian Newton We challenged Henry White / Wright several times about that. He said, (speaking to my brother Norman and me) you boys just don't worry about White or Wright, or Black or Back. Just vote Republican and root for the Brooklyn Dodgers." and then he wo…See more

Heading down to the Adobe Hut…a few observations...

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     The following "stream of consciousness" posting is a series of lamentations, celebrations, and observations that follow me around when driving long distances or when staying fairly alone and in an isolated environment.

(1)   TO BEGIN -  When "FREE" is not "FREE"

     A very small nuisance that is very frequently visited upon my feeble ears is the breathless statement by an announcer or other type of spokesman that the sale of this or that product has the nicety of providing shipping of the purchased product…."Absolutely Free".

     Such a jackassinine statement is grating at best, and insulting at worst.   Any fool would know that the "Absolutely Free" assignment to any service or product is false upon arrival.   The correct way of phrasing the matter is to declare that,"… and...your nuclear-powered hair-piece that guarantees the growth of new hair at the rate of four inches per day also includes the cost of delivery to your address."

     Every time an announcer or announcerette declares that he or she is giving me something 'FOR FREE', I want to declare a small World War III or have a temper-transome (a word I made up), or retire to a cave and wait for the final millennium.  It must be declared to be "…included in the price posted" or it is a lie…it is not "FREE!!!!"

     If a person has to pay…including the price of shipment…it simply is not "FREE…..!!!!!"

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(2)   AND THEN, WHEN FOOLS CONTRADICT REALITY

     There is a certain grating of the fingernails on the blackboard when a fool or a blathering idiot, who has somehow managed to crawl into a position that requires discretion and protocol, also requires that a superior member of humanity must smile quietly and suffer any insult or abuse so as not to cause a scene.

The Basilica of Saint Peter

     For instance…aud it is a powerful instance…we review the episode of when when the bat-crazy, wild-eyed, bonker-nuts commie-lite, majesty…Sister Nancy Pelosi...came out at the Basilica, after a lengthy private meeting with the Prelate of the Roman Catholic Church…(Diocese of the Whole, so to speak)…and then explain in halting gibberish how the cow ate the whole bag of marshmallows.
     With all the Roman falderal and majesty of Saint Peter's Basilica behind her, and fresh from an "audience" with the Holy Father, her Bat-crazy Highness  addressed the assembled fellow commies in the press corps and declared that the Pope is a nice man, perhaps, but he is very weak on matters that are important, such as abortion, and women's rights, and poverty, and hunger and on and on and on.  She managed to finish with a flourish by declaring that she and the legion of women who are active as women are more educated about such matters that are important to "women's issues".

     It was absolutely slam-staggering to watch this horrid woman…a socialist, speak with authority about morality and duty and such matters …while denigrating a person widely considered to be among the very most learned persons concerning Judeo - Christianic history and tradition, among the most brilliant authorities concerning matters pertaining to the development and spread of Christianity and the orthodox complexities, and a myriad of other points.
     And  remember, this writer is perhaps the worst to deal with for a Roman Catholic, in that El Gringo Viejo  is an old-line, unreconstructed Anglican of the Catholic predisposition.  I am an exponent of the 1556 original Book of Common Prayer of the Church of England…and one who lamented the untimely death of the Book of Common Prayer when the humanist-liberal (read "pinko") theologians "improved" the Episcopal "prayer book" with watered-down bilge-speak and meaningless ink spilled on vapid paper.
     So, the OROGs and new visitors to this island in the sea of madness, will understand that a follower of Henry the VIIIth is not especially disposed to follow all of the precepts and positions of the Roman Catholic communion.   Great similarities yes, but identical…not so much.

     HOWEVER, in a "guess who is coming to dinner" moment, the reader can be assured that El Gringo Viejo would not think very long about whether to have a nice supper with the precious Bishop of Rome (the Pope), or Lady Bat-crazy Nancy.   And yes, I know that the Bishop of Rome, when Nancy was doing her "press-conference", is no longer in Office.   There is a lesser man…a veritable fountain of humanist philosophy…serving now as Pope of the Roman Catholic Church…lamentably. 

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(3)   AND THEN, ANOTHER GRUMPWORTHY WHINEY COMPLAINT:

     And now, a last note, neither lengthy nor short…the avalanche of notifications and advertisements that deal with the need to engage an attorney because some person's grandmother had venereal disease and it was aggravated by George Bush because she couldn't get out of the way of an AMTRAK running at 88 m.p.h. and a dinosaur vomited on her windshield because her father molested her and stole her bag of meth.  Bring on the Attorney Brigade.

     Folks…especially you young whippersnappers who are under 60 years of age…there was a time when attorneys and doctors of medicine, etc did not advertise on the radio or television, or in the periodicals.   Medical practice and Legal practice has not improved since such advertising became '' de jour" tour"!

Fairly typical work by "dumb"
 Mexican Tarascan Indians
 who work in Texas with
 papers.
 The cantera work above can
 be readily found somewhere
 in the new-antique Austin,
 Texas area.
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       In all of our dealings in the last few thousand years, we remember Dr. Munal coming out to the house…way out in the country…to treat a common "wetback" who had suffered a moderately messy injury.  The Mexican was a workaholic who required of himself to accomplish everything perfectly and totally on-time.   My father was somewhat angry with him for "over-working" because these Mexicans from the Tarascan Indian group…even if diluted with Caucasian blood to a degree...were famous for fixing perfectly small and medium sized mechanical problems.
     For instance, they are still recognised as profound masters in the shaping, finishing, laying, and mounting-for-permanence massive slabs of cantera stone.   As well, the tiny detail work, with smalls slabs and chinks…they are all in the work of the day.

      So…Dr. Munal would come out to anywhere where there were "Wetbacks" (Mexicans without papers) or Braceros.  The latter group were Mexicans (with papers) for 180 days up to 1,000 days with "semi-permanent" residency.   The clock did not have hands, he would say.   He was also the only Doctor of record for 99% of all ailments pertaining to the Newton family. He and his nurses stabbed many holes in my hide from my age 2 through 17 years, (1949 - 1965).

     But now we have Medicaid, Medicare, exceptional care, Insurance Unkown, Inc., Reverse Intro-reinsertional Devaluative Insurance, along with  Combined Amalgamated Insurance, Bonzo interference Receptors systems insurance.  Thank the Lord God Yahweh that He saw fit to intervene in the affairs of His human creations.

   Too much politics…too much upper and lower houses of Congress trying to buy votes with the dollars of the voters.

More later.  We shall be out and about in our little hideaway in NoWhere, Mexico for the next few days.   Give us a shout out and we shall return your emails upon return.  Old fashioned…but it works…

EL GRINGO VIEJO

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