'Till Death Do Us Part
By Fred Hoctor
The following is an excerpt from the book Baja Haha which, although a popular book among many veteran Baja travelers, seems not to have yet been
discovered by the latest aficionados of the peninsula.
The American retirement communities in Baja fairly burst with dingbats who march to different drummers.
Mr. Dimmick is one. He's a guy who always seems to be in some kind of difficulty.
Dimmick -- "The first name's Theophilus, but (self-conscious chuckle) you can call me Ted" -- is a tall, skinny, disaster-prone nebbish who always has
a story about his latest Baja "troubles," usually told in a monotone with sad resigned eyes and along reflective pauses. He has taken to plastering
his sparse strands of dyed-black hair down on his dome with some kind of goo, though I remember his when his follicles were more bountiful. This,
combines with his excessive Adam's apple, his paucity of flesh and a certain rolling gait, gives him the appearance of a semi-bald Ichabod Crane.
Fred Hoctor
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