It is 10:00 P.M. as you step off the Greyhound bus in Laredo, Texas. By all rights you should feel exhausted after your 36-hour ride from Minneapolis. But the truth is, you feel pretty good. The air is cool but muggy on this late-August night. You are told that the Rio Grande is just a...
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September 1, 1994April 21, 2022Correspondence
Caribbean Vacation
Christmas was approaching, and I was getting homesick. I’d been in honduras for a year and a half, teaching school for peanuts at a small, bilingual parochial school in Puerto Cortés. Ok, ok. I was teaching school for lempiras, not for peanuts. But the difference is so slight that it isn’t worth arguing about. In...
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January 1, 1994April 21, 2022Correspondence
Signs of the Sandinistas
The mural is old and faded, a reminder of headier days when the world looked ripe for violent revolution. Three years of neglect, the effects of a tropical climate, and petty vandalism have combined to give the mural its present appearance of a long-forgotten billboard along some abandoned stretch of rural highway. Yet the huge...