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Osprey - 6-20-2007 at 06:29 AM

Baja Law for Beginners

I’m an American citizen living legally in Mexico. You need to know that so I can set the stage for a little primer on the profound differences in The Law of The Land in the U.S. and Mexico.

I’ll assume you all know the U.S. system so I’ll just explain what I’ve observed way down here in Old Mexico.

One

Traffic

At the end of the peninsula known as Baja California is the well known tourist resort of Cabo San Lucas. My wife and I took my 1996 Ford pickup there on vacation and we had an accident. I was in line waiting for the stop light to change. There was only one small car in front of me. Just as the signal light turned green, as all the cars in both lanes began to move forward, two small children broke free from their mother’s position on the curb, ran in front of the cars. The breathtaking sequence of events that could have maimed or killed the children took less than two seconds. The little red car in front of me jammed on its breaks, screeched to a sickening stop just a few feet from the two kids – almost simultaneously I hit my breaks, skidded forward, smacked the rear fender of the small car causing it to lurch forward stopping mere inches from the youngsters. Close call. Close call for everyone.
For a few seconds time stood still. The mother snatched up the crying children and hustled them across the busy street – the family was shaken and embarrassed but unharmed. The mother threw a scowl at the line of cars as though they had some fault in the matter. Before my wife Jill and I had a chance to recover, the driver of the little red car I had hit got out of the vehicle, came to my door to complain. He looked shaken and angry. Out of nowhere two police officers appeared, directed traffic around us, took our driver’s licenses and ordered both of us to follow their vehicle to the police station.
At the station I barely had time to grab my papers from the glove box before I was hustled into the small office. The driver of the red car was joined by his passenger, his wife, and four small children all in a state of stress.
The station was more like a nursery or day care center than a police precinct. The two plastic chairs were being overused by two women and four small children. All the kids were crying and fidgeting while the mothers fanned themselves with pieces of discarded wanted notices that littered the floor near the chairs. The heat was unbearable – the only fan in the place was on a desk at the back of the large concrete room. One of the officers asked if I spoke Spanish and when I said “no” another cop took off to find an interpreter and we were all made to wait. Before too long a smiling, chubby little Mexican woman joined us.
In perfect English she said “Señor, my name is Maria Sanchez. I will speak for you. My fee is 100 pesos.”
After I paid her she explained that a repair vendor was on the way to the station, that he would appraise the damage to the cars and, after speaking to the cops, she said I would have to pay for the damage to the other vehicle. Somewhere in the back I could hear a typewriter clacking away – my report and traffic ticket were obviously being processed. The damage was minor, nobody was hurt so I fought off my anger at the thought of the woman with the reckless kids sitting in the cool comfort of an air-conditioned room somewhere scott free, guilt free and oblivious to our plight.
The body shop guy was thin with a little waxed moustache. He was all business. Clipboard in hand he had both estimates ready in no time. My heart took a leap when I saw the figures but it settled back to its steady beat when I realized the amounts were in pesos and the peso that particular day was about 11 pesos to one dollar.
The interpreter lady told me I must pay 2,025 pesos for damage to the other man’s car and another 240 pesos for the infraction. A little under $225 U.S. I handed her my Mexican Auto Insurance policy and asked her to tell the police the insurance company would handle it.
She said “Señor, you must pay the repair man and the police now. The insurance is for later. Perhaps you can get the money back from them. This is the procedure in Mexico. Believe me, I have handled hundreds of these accidents for tourists like you and the police will not allow you to leave unless you pay the repairs and the multa, the fine.”
As much as I wanted to complain I wanted more to get out of that sweatbox -- Jill looked like she was going to collapse. I paid the repair bill for the other car and the fine and we were back in realityland – the air-conditioned comfort of a dinged up truck, finally on the way to our hotel.
After a shower, a swim and two big Margaritas by the pool I was feeling a little less victimized. I felt even better about it after I mentioned it to the bartender at the little bar by our cabana. He said they are even rougher on the local Mexicans.
He said “it could have been the other way around and without the police you would never get money for your repairs.”
Most poor Mexicans, like the little guy in the red car, probably don’t have insurance or enough money to cover an accident like that. The bartender is right – it makes perfect sense -- make the wrongdoer pay up or stay in jail. No insurance red tape or mumbo jumbo, no excuses – pay up or stay in the steaming sweatbox of a jail.

Justice; pure, swift and sweaty.

Two

Guard Dog

The Mexican family at the end of my little dirt street got a new puppy. Sam, my home-grown Mexican field Spaniel spent most of his days playing, roughhousing with his new pal, a black lab mongrel mix. Negro was soon twice Sam’s size and weight and when the play got too rough the friendship ended. Sam stayed near the house and avoided that corner. The family who owned the dog was all women and children. I never saw a man anywhere near the house and when the family unit walked up the hill past my little house on their way to the store the dog walked with them. When they reached our house Negro would often attack Sam --- the mother and her daughters did nothing to break up the fights. It was clearly no contest and over time I feared for Sam’s life. We couldn’t keep him in the house all day and our fence would not hold dogs in or out.
Things came to a critical mass one sweltering afternoon when Negro attacked Sam as the little dog was sleeping in the dirt outside our make-shift gate. The lab had our smaller dog by the throat and was shaking him like a rag doll. I bolted through the gate screaming and shouting at the lab, kicking it with my bare feet, oblivious to any personal danger. In the midst of the melee one of the daughters grabbed my arm from behind, tried to pull me away, cried out “no pega, no pega”, don’t kick, don’t kick. Sam was screaming in pain with blood running from puncture wounds. My instincts kicked in and I pulled loose from the girl’s grasp – she was thrown off balance from the move and fell hard in the dirt. Only then did the mother and daughter move in to capture their dog and end the fight. They went on their way cursing me and gesticulating. I took Sam in the house and began to clean his wounds, check his condition. He had a skin-deep gash in his stomach, a big tear in his ear and a bloody paw. We would make the decision to see the vet in San Jose over the next few days while we helped the little guy try to mend on his own.
Two days after the dog fight the police showed up at my gate, gave we a warrant to appear before the judge the following day in Santiago. The local court was nothing more than a barren little office in the local water company building. The mother and the girls were already there and had taken up three of the four plastic chairs. This time the interpreter had already been arranged for – a slight man named Sergio shook my hand and said he would speak for me. When I asked him the price he seemed put off, said he worked for the municipio, that I would pay him nothing.
A couple of old wooden desks were the only other furniture in the place. A clerk sat ready with her ancient typewriter at one of the desks. Now all that was missing was the judge. The girls whispered incessantly while they glared at me and smiled at the interpreter and chatted with the clerk. The mother was subdued and tight jawed. By the time the judge showed, we were all sitting in our own foul sweat, edgy and uncomfortable.

The judge, Hernan Acevedo, was short, fat, about 45 years old with khaki pants and a western shirt, cowboy hat. He seemed nervous and kept primping his thin moustache as he talked in almost a whisper to the clerk and Sergio, the interpreter. He got out of the chair just long enough to find a switch on the wall, turn on the big overhead fan that none of us had noticed – the fan began to push the stale air around but gave little comfort.
Sergio told all of us to give our names and addresses to the clerk. She typed with lightning speed on the ancient typewriter and within a couple of minutes we were ready to proceed. The judge asked the woman and the daughters what caused them to make the assault filing with the court. They remained seated and told the tale – one at a time painting a picture of a berserk gringo kicking and screaming and causing mayhem and great bodily injury to them and their dog. I got a word here and there but their gestures and body language was enough to let me know I was in trouble.
Finally it was my turn. I stood up and began to speak to the judge. Sergio stepped forward, asked me to take my chair and speak to him. I began my testimony and every few sentences Sergio would hold up his hand, stop me long enough to repeat my words to the judge in Spanish. Scowls and sighs and lots of head shaking from the “dog” family.
Sergio asked us to step outside for a few minutes. He went back inside and we could hear the Sergio, the judge and the clerk doing their work. We were called back in for the verdict.
Sergio explained to the women the judge’s verdict. They were not happy. After voicing their misgivings the judge shook his head. He made it clear the verdict was set in steel. Then Sergio gave me the bad news. I was to “forever give free passage to any citizen (or animal) on streets adjacent to my property and refrain from abuse, menace or molestation.” I was to pay the sum of 1,623 pesos to Marina, the girl who fell down, and 500 pesos to the mother for her aggravation and injury to the dog.
I stood up, began to show my displeasure but Sergio again held up his hand, the judge shook his head and that, my fellow Americans, was that.
We gathered around the clerk who took the money, gave it over to the family, gave us copies of the proceedings including my receipt. I captured Sergio outside and thanked him. Then I asked him to explain how the judge reached his verdict, set the fine.
“Marina’s last job was as a maid. The judge uses the salary of a maid in Distrito Federal, Mexico City, to set the fine. The salary today is 54.1 pesos per day – he gave her 30 days of salary or 1,623 pesos. The other 500 pesos for the mother was for her aggravation – and also because her sister’s mother is a cousin of the judge and he didn’t want her spreading bad words about him or the court all over Santiago.”

Justice; simple, quick, calculable.

Three

Ley Privada

Bob Morantz and I got a late start back from Los Cabos. We had spent the day looking for parts for his new (used) boat, motor and trailer. Neither one of us likes to drive at night – drunks, cows, burros and goats can get ya at night but dusk came and went as we passed Caduaño on the way back to Los Barriles on Mexico Highway One. About half way between Mira Flores and Santiago we were stopped by police car lights. Four or five police trucks and cars were pulled off the highway and lots of cops were directing traffic.
Bob said “There’s Pollo, he’s a friend of mine. I’m gonna pull over, find out about the accident. You mind?” I shook my head “no”. We pulled over.
A short, fat cop started yelling and waving his red flashlight wand for us to keep going, don’t stop. Then he recognized Bob’s pickup, came over with an open hand, a hello and a big smile. All I heard was Bob asking the man about an accident. Suddenly Bob opened the door, leaned back in and told me to wait. He and cop walked off into the brush beside the road. I thanked God that Bob had not turned off the engine; the bugs were murder so I rolled up the windows, turned on the air just as the ambulance roared up with lights flashing Bob and the cop returned. They said their goodbyes and we went on our way.
“Was it a rollover? In the dark I couldn’t see any cars except all the police cars.”
“No, no accident. A body. A murder. A man from Santiago was murdered and somebody dumped the body here, alongside the road. I’ll tell you what Pollo told me but you gotta promise to keep it to yourself, not spread it around. It’s kinda touchy.”
I agreed and Bob turned the fan down a little, laid it out.
“Pretty gruesome stuff. Somebody had a problem with the guy, brought him up here, slit his throat. Took his money, if he had any on him, his clothes, left him to bleed out.”
“Wow, that is gruesome. Do they know who it is? Do they know who did it?”
“They know who it is. They don’t know who did it. I haven’t told you the gruesome part yet. He’s got a great big limb from a tree stickin’ out of his butt. They shoved that way up there so you know they really must have had it in for this guy. I don’t think this was a simple robbery-murder. I think it went a lot deeper than that. The guy was a Juez, a judge, in Santiago. Name of Acevedo. Hernan Acevedo.”
I said “I know him, I met him, in court, he was my judge. I’ll tell you all about it later over a few beers. I got in a jackpot over a dog fight two years ago.”
“Pollo said the cops think there might have been a child involved. The rumor is that the judge liked children, if you know what I mean, and this was some kind of payback.”
“Man o man. Judge Acevedo. Do you think they’ll find the guys who did it?”
“Nope. Never will.”

Justice; poetic, raw, tribal.

Diver - 6-20-2007 at 06:51 AM

I love it ! Great tales !!

Your writing is wonderful; so pleasing and easy to read.
THANK YOU AGAIN :biggrin:

longlegsinlapaz - 6-20-2007 at 07:02 AM

Sad.....but true! Not to mention well written as always!

vandenberg - 6-20-2007 at 07:04 AM

Osprey,

In the States they would, maybe, come looking for you. Still, maybe better have an alibi handy :lol:

vandenberg - 6-20-2007 at 07:06 AM

Forgot to mention that you're a fantastic story teller. Would have been in the courts ( royal that is ) in the middelages

George

Baja Bernie - 6-20-2007 at 07:14 AM

You can't see nor hear it............ but............... there IS a bow enclosed herein along with a great deal of applause.

Bravo

woody with a view - 6-20-2007 at 07:29 AM

once again, the first read of the day is usually the best!

Woody

Baja Bernie - 6-20-2007 at 08:39 AM

Do you realize how early he must get up to provide that to all of us?

Natalie Ann - 6-20-2007 at 09:08 AM

Thank you, amigo... a most enjoyable read. :yes:

woody with a view - 6-20-2007 at 09:16 AM

no Bernie, i never even considered it! but isn't Osprey a couple of hours early down there anyway?

bajaandy - 6-20-2007 at 09:29 AM

Ahhhhh Baja.

You've a wonderful way with words Osprey. Thanks for sharing. There is no getting around it, the "law of the land" in Baja is not what we gringos in the states are used to!

Cypress - 6-20-2007 at 11:59 AM

Osprey, If you haven't written a book, you ought to. :bounce:

Enjoy your stories.

Thanks for taking the time to share 'em with us.

Bruce R Leech - 6-20-2007 at 01:18 PM

Osprey you have done it again this time 3 times . the stories are so typical that you no it is not fiction but the way you write it just puts me there.

thanks

fdt - 6-20-2007 at 01:20 PM

Your stories are great

amir - 6-20-2007 at 03:59 PM

Good stories. Good writing. Osprey's signatures.

David K - 6-20-2007 at 05:05 PM

Thank you Osprey... The truth often is stranger than fiction! At least more interesting because one of us (a Baja Nomad) experienced it!!!

Iflyfish - 6-20-2007 at 05:05 PM

Man can you write!

I could almost feel my blood boil, and then, some cosmic justice in it all.

It is true that there is magic in Mexico and in your writing too.

Iflyfish

capt. mike - 6-21-2007 at 06:38 AM

hey - at least you got free translating on the 2nd court deal! what a bar gain!

in USA we have kangaroo courts - i have 2 cases going now.
in mexico what are they - ? Chubracaba?

french frog law system for sure. :lol:

Cap - 6-21-2007 at 09:39 AM

I can't help feeling like you got off easy in the first two instances, and the judge got what he deserved, just as obviously. Try rear ending someone in the states, and having the entire matter resolved so quickly, and inexpensively. Or having an un-leashed animal and yourself involved in an altercation, and things not get misrepresented in a US court.
I find a lot of foreigners are quick to blame the locals, and use the lack of infrastructure to support their claims of mistreatment. The author's keen powers of observation displayed in writing the story, might have been put to better use recognizing his glaring lack of judgment in both instances.

Osprey - 6-21-2007 at 10:01 AM

Cap, Let me help you rephase that last sentence "The author's keen powers of observation displayed in writing the story might have been put to better use by recognizing the glaring lack of judgement on the part of the imaginary characters in this fictional work (in both instances).

Wasn't me. No accidents, never been to court. I was trying to show that these kinds of local laws, the system, works well, is balanced, swift and effective.

toneart - 6-21-2007 at 10:39 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Osprey
Cap, Let me help you rephase that last sentence "The author's keen powers of observation displayed in writing the story might have been put to better use by recognizing the glaring lack of judgement on the part of the imaginary characters in this fictional work (in both instances).

Wasn't me. No accidents, never been to court. I was trying to show that these kinds of local laws, the system, works well, is balanced, swift and effective.

Osprey,

Good writing! That is getting lots of acknowledgment here, and well deserved. :yes:

Regarding Cap's critique, I would trust your judgment over his any day. He couldn't have read your stories very carefully. Regarding the car accident, it couldn't have been avoided. Regarding the dog incident...the woman who took you to court was way out of line. The judge was way out of line. Obviously the judge had gotten out of line in other instances too, thus the tree plant. Your insight after getting some distance from the "court" cases reflects the clarity of a Budda.

What a perfect answer you had for Cap. That will probably go way over his head too. Maybe he is wearing his aluminum cap. :spingrin:

Cypress - 6-21-2007 at 10:57 AM

It's the same as anywhere. :bounce:

The judge is the uncle of the offended party.

The arresting officer is the cousin of the offended party.

The offended/injured party is the sister/brother/mother/ father/lifelong friend etc. of the #1 witness who saw everything. :lol:

Cap - 6-21-2007 at 02:23 PM

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Originally posted by Cypress
It's the same as anywhere. :bounce:

The judge is the uncle of the offended party.

The arresting officer is the cousin of the offended party.

The offended/injured party is the sister/brother/mother/ father/lifelong friend etc. of the #1 witness who saw everything. :lol:

The story was written in the first person, so if it was fiction, it could be easily mistaken. It is probably more egregious to make up a story like this. Had you written "it's the same as anywhere" in your story, I would have never commented. What I was objecting to was the tone of "look how backward they are down here". I don't care for commentary about other cultures shortcomings, it seems arrogant especially from the perspetive of an expatriate living in the culture he is mocking. We have our problems too, and the condesention was noticable in your story.
I hope everyone that visits or emmigrates to other countries remembers to represent us better than this.

To the "it couldn't be helped" critique, it is always your fault when you rear end someone elses car, or leave your dog un fenced or unleashed. This is the case fiction or non fiction.

bajalou - 6-21-2007 at 02:30 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Cap
To the "it couldn't be helped" critique, it is always your fault when you rear end someone elses car, or leave your dog un fenced or unleashed. This is the case fiction or non fiction.

I agree with the first about the car, but when both dogs are "Unfenced and unleashed" who's at fault?

Cap - 6-21-2007 at 02:37 PM

personal responsibilty, It doesn't make it less your fault if someone else is doing the same thing. imho

amir - 6-21-2007 at 03:11 PM

Hey Cap, you're inhaling too much jet fuel up there. Come down to earth and see what's happening on this level.

And when you get down from your high, read the stories again.

--Amir

toneart - 6-21-2007 at 03:58 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by amir
Hey Cap, you're inhaling too much jet fuel up there. Come down to earth and see what's happening on this level.

And when you get down from your high, read the stories again.

--Amir

Cap - 6-21-2007 at 08:58 PM

To be fair, I went back and read the original stories over again. I invite you to do the same. If you missed the problem you might be part of it. If you "feel victimized" by a foriegn court I am sure they would invite you to leave. Tying up the end of a story with anecdotal respect, does not excuse arrogance.
Leave preconceived notions and biases behind. Take responsibilty for yourself and display courtesy. There are probably other foriegners around that are apologizing for you after you leave (me).

Cap

Baja Bernie - 6-21-2007 at 09:55 PM

I do believe that you are at distinct disadvantage when reading Ospry's stories...............He has sucked most of us in so many times we have learned to appreciate that he has an ability to make the most mundane things cause some folks blood to boil at the same time others, like me, recognize where he is coming from and where his heart resides and that is 'deeply' in Baja AND its people.

Give yourself some time and you just may come to appreciate his writing style and the fact that in almost all cases he attempts; and normally with some results, to make his readers think................just a smidgen outside of the box.

Hope you hang around long enough to get a feel for crazy, fun loving , and knowledgeable Baja Folks who haunt these halls. We all don't get along...........in fact I won't even talk to a few and I know a few feel the same about me..........That is reality! Another reality is that while we may not care overly much for each other we do have the tendency to protect our own against newcomers until they learn the ground rules....no they may not write them all by themselves, but we do change and grown with time.

So, Welcome!

What's your problem?

Lee - 6-21-2007 at 10:08 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Cap
What I was objecting to was the tone of "look how backward they are down here". I don't care for commentary about other cultures shortcomings, it seems arrogant especially from the perspetive of an expatriate living in the culture he is mocking. We have our problems too, and the condesention was noticable in your story.

The only arrogance coming through this thread is yours. Can't find the condescension in the story either. Let's talk about Cabo Boys. Is that your thing? You're familiar with arrogance and condescension, aren't you?

:cool:

amir - 6-22-2007 at 12:52 AM

Cap,

Osprey is a literary writer. Osprey writes stories.

You can write your own stories, Cap, and you can construct your own themes, styles, morals, whatever.

Don't go around telling Osprey how to write his stories, what emotions to portray, or what morals to conclude. We wouldn't want to put our own words in other's peoples mouths, now, would we?

--Amir

Wonderfull Stories

CaboRon - 6-22-2007 at 06:09 AM

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Originally posted by amir
Cap,

Osprey is a literary writer. Osprey writes stories.

You can write your own stories, Cap, and you can construct your own themes, styles, morals, whatever.

Don't go around telling Osprey how to write his stories, what emotions to portray, or what morals to conclude. We wouldn't want to put our own words in other's peoples mouths, now, would we?

--Amir

Thankyou Amir for putting this so well.... I have read many of Osprey's posts... and at first, and even now, find myself so imersed in the story that I forget reality.... now that is GREAT storytelling... Also, I don't feel Osprey has a condesending bone in his body.. :bounce:

.. Keep the great stories comming!!! Caboron :bounce:

Cap - 6-22-2007 at 07:04 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Baja Bernie
I do believe that you are at distinct disadvantage when reading Ospry's stories...............He has sucked most of us in so many times we have learned to appreciate that he has an ability to make the most mundane things cause some folks blood to boil at the same time others, like me, recognize where he is coming from and where his heart resides and that is 'deeply' in Baja AND its people.

Give yourself some time and you just may come to appreciate his writing style and the fact that in almost all cases he attempts; and normally with some results, to make his readers think................just a smidgen outside of the box.

Hope you hang around long enough to get a feel for crazy, fun loving , and knowledgeable Baja Folks who haunt these halls. We all don't get along...........in fact I won't even talk to a few and I know a few feel the same about me..........That is reality! Another reality is that while we may not care overly much for each other we do have the tendency to protect our own against newcomers until they learn the ground rules....no they may not write them all by themselves, but we do change and grown with time.

So, Welcome!

This was very gracious, thank you.

I admitted to mistaking this story for an actual experience. My other mistake was reading a thread on this forum, just prior to this one that was dealing with border control. I was appauled at some peoples attitudes toward other human beings. I have lived and worked all over Latin America, and seen the attitudes that people bring down here. The culture in most countries is far more civil, and polite than ours. I have a problem with good old boys coming down, stirring things up and then complaining about how they (we) do things. This is where the writer "got me". Thank you for pointing out that this was his intention. My intention was to offer a solution that works every time: Courtesy, and personal responsibility. Enjoy our differences, and try to learn why they do things the way they do. Walk a mile in someones shoes. I almost never see, or hear this point of view expressed, and I went overboard. I have a tendency to defend my own as well. In my defense, there have been several (unkind) messages deleted from the board that some of my responses were directed to (moderator?)
I hope you will accept this in the same spirit you wrote your response, you seem like a gentleman.
Again, thank you.

Crusoe - 6-22-2007 at 07:11 AM

OSPREY........You are the best!!!!! ++C++

Osprey - 6-22-2007 at 07:15 AM

Cap, you are among friends. You walked into the middle of a movie. No way around that. Over the last few years I have played the part of "mirror man" to explain just how courteous we should be while living among the most courteous of cultures. I used my license liberally and set the fines/punishment to highlight what disrespect for people or their laws will get you in Mexico -- in other posts I've advised newcomers about the weight and value of a "con su permiso" demeanor and attitude -- my stories sometimes overflow with that sentiment and my fans are just being supportive.

amir - 6-22-2007 at 07:16 AM

Thank you for adjusting your posture, Cap (no pun intended).

Osprey is a powerful writer. Your words are well crafted, too.
I hope to see more of your activity full of your passion on this Board.
Courtesy and personal responsibility are two wonderful rules to follow while abroad, at home, or anywhere, really! I'm glad you bring these tools to Nomad discussions.

Bienvenido.
Are you the captain of that plane in your avatar? WOW!

--Amir

Cap

Baja Bernie - 6-22-2007 at 07:27 AM

I share your attitude and your concern for relations with and between others. I had a sense of you when I said, "Welcome."

Here is a quote by me, "Baja is About People Helping People," you will notice that it excludes no one. I have found that most folks here may not say so but they do practice what it says. There are a few flamers who either reside here or show up for short durations and then find that Nomads have a way of either converting their aggressive thinking or fail to take their bait. When this happens these irritant fishers of men either change or fall overboard. In either case and civilized behavior returns for a reasonable time.

I might suggest that you click on the search button above and then type in Osprey and then go back in time and read his many wonderful stories............They are well worth the time and I 'know' you will get a better feeling for the man behind them.

Have a Great Baja Day!!

DianaT - 6-22-2007 at 07:37 AM

Osprey,
Just had a chance to read these stories and so glad I did. Your ability to write fiction in the first person that makes the reader forget it is fiction is a real talent. :yes:

Have not read your other newer one yet, but look forward to it later.

A loyal fan
Diane

[Edited on 6-22-2007 by jdtrotter]

Feel the love!

Lee - 6-22-2007 at 08:04 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Baja Bernie
Another reality is that while we may not care overly much for each other we do have the tendency to protect our own against newcomers until they learn the ground rules....no they may not write them all by themselves, but we do change and grown with time.

Quote:

Originally posted by Cap
I have a tendency to defend my own as well. In my defense, there have been several (unkind) messages deleted from the board that some of my responses were directed to (moderator?)
I hope you will accept this in the same spirit you wrote your response, you seem like a gentleman.
Again, thank you.

Bernie: You da Hombre. Good words and a noble graciousness from your post.

Cap: You're among good company here. Many here defend their own (MX) and you got real real fast. Yo Brother!

Amir: You grease the wheel, mi Amigo.

Osprey: You have a way of hitting the mark with your words. I love it.

Lee
Defender of Mexican Women (as per Dennis)
(Not that they need any defending.)

Lee

Baja Bernie - 6-22-2007 at 08:20 AM

You should have been a lawyer............You sum up so well!

Scary!

Imagine us all on some secluded beach, Corona in hand, and discussing the ills of the world...........Would be fun!

But scary too.

capt. mike - 6-22-2007 at 04:31 PM

Cap - he suckered me in to.....i thought it was a real re telling of facts. No disclaimer.

but don't worry amigo......not many here could hang long term with the cabo boys.

they wouldn't make the cut. and would likely end up with the wrath of passing out...a sharpie mustache and painted forehead.

DENNIS - 6-22-2007 at 05:17 PM

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Originally posted by Lee
Lee
Defender of Mexican Women (as per Dennis)

Not me, Lee. I remember the noisy thread and I stayed out of it. Must be someone else.