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Capt. George
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Bajalover
Pabellon, at Fidels place??? If so, regards to Fidel from el Vikingo de Punta Abreojos..He is a good friend.
thanks George
\"The penalty good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men\" Plato
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Iflyfish
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Comitan’s Super Bowl Bash
On the occasion of Super Bowl 2007 we attend a party on the northern end of the Bay of La Paz.
A multi cultural crowd of some fifty people mills the grounds of the Comitan’s wonderful home on the outskirts of La Paz. The day is warm and a cool
sea breeze blows under the shaded patio. It has recently rained and the local vegetation bedecked in vibrant greens. Cacti are starting to bloom. I do
not have the names for these colors. They did not exist in my crayon box and I certainly was never able to mix colors like these. I think girls had
bigger crayon boxes, with colors I could only imagine. I have always suspected this to be the case. However, I digress, it’s party time!
Comitan’s estate is really a three-residence compound. There is the main house, open and ranch style with an apartment on the second floor. There is a
third residence, a small home, by the pool, called a Casita. Calling this a Casita rather reminds me of an invitation I received to a friend’s
“cottage” on the Oregon coast. The “cottage” turned out to be bigger and better than the home I lived in. Comitan’s Casita is this way.
The surrounding community is well established. Modern, walled and gated, southwest adobe, desert colored homes set in a forest of ancient Barrel
Cacti. One owner said that the cactus in their front yard was sixteen hundred years old! I pondered that for a while as I looked at this immense
specimen. There is something humbling in knowing that the plant you are looking at will already lived nearly twenty lifetimes longer than you will
have by the time you depart this mortal coil. This plant was born some four hundred years after the birth of Christ. It no doubt never heard of Christ
or Buddha either for that matter. However, I doubt that has made much difference to it. I seems to have done just fine with our either. If it was
exposed to a deity, it isn’t talking. I do not have time to inquire further. It is Super Bowl Sunday!
Birds of an amazing variety also make this place their home. The beachfront homes sit a block away and are straight out of House Beautiful or
Architectural Digest. We spend an hour driving the neighborhood and looking at the wonderful, established plantings that surround these lovely homes.
We are told that this particular area is cooler in the summer than the downtown area of La Paz. The residents appreciate their cooler dirt streets and
lack of sodium lights that would detract from the horizon-to-horizon display of stars that one can see here.
Inside of the walled courtyard the swimming pool is empty today as the focus of the afternoon is on two TV screens filled with large men chasing each
other in the rain in an attempt to hold on to a very wet ball. This house relates to the outdoors. There are scores of areas designed to facilitate
interaction, seating everywhere that could have easily accommodated one hundred twenty five to one hundred fifty people. One area has absorbed a group
of perhaps eight people who have absorbed themselves in a rousing game of “widow.” Children engage in tag and hide behind large containers of potted
plants. The mood is gay and people are obviously enjoying themselves.
The large brick BBQ is belching clouds of mesquite smoke. The convivial crowd pokes and pats their steaks to a turn. The BBQ is as eclectic as the
guests. Fish sits comfortably beside thin, chili-marinated steaks with simmering gristle and these over towered by inch thick rib eyes that ooze
dripping fat. I can almost feel my arteries throbbing from the cholesterol. The children eat marshmallows dipped in chocolate and smattered with
jimmies of rainbow hue. They flit around like hummingbirds, high on their sugar rush. The side dishes range from sushi to chipotle dips with an
amazing variety of vegetable choices on hand. The table with cakes, cookies, and deserts of various kinds sits in the kitchen awaiting the onslaught
of sugar crazed football fanatics that will descend on it at the half time.
The person previously known as prince and then simply by a stylized Ankh, and now Prince again, is prancing on a rain soaked stage attempting to find
his voice. Today it ranges from a sort of effete, feminine blues to squeaky-clean hip-hop. There are energetic dancers around him. He occasionally
wipes, with affected, fayed gestures, at the rain soaked curls that droop from under his soaked dew rag. I am reminded of Michael Jackson and of
course, his look alike sister and wondering if formally known as prince, formally known as stylized Ankh, now Prince again, will display his
presumably mutilated chest? I am both relieved and disappointed when he does not. I understand though that he is of the Jehovah Witeness faith and
would not be prone to such behavior. One can only imagine.
Oh, by the way, there is FOOTBALL. There is Football on the Giant screen. Football on mid size screen in one of the social areas on the patio. A card
table holds the ubiquitous pool, which is won by beautiful, well-endowed, enthusiastic woman. She somehow managed to take it all and to jump up and
down better than the big screen pro football players with their cool slides and self-conscious end zone dances. Her enthusiastic ululations are
genuine and spontaneous. She has won a bundle! She was a bundle!
It all ends quickly as it did for the Bears. As the sun sets, people start to leave. No one really relishes driving at night in Mexico. As the sun set
and a full moon rose, only the last drunken, pathetic ad homonym arguments of a die-hard Bush supporter could be heard over the sounds of the roosting
birds. “You talk just like Castro”; “You want the government to pay your bills.” Must have been the latest rant of Limbaugh as I had heard the same
challenges thrust forward twice that evening by two different people. I decided to keep my powder dry as I was a guest, it was late, he was drunk, and
it was a full moon.
Iflyfish
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zforbes
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What a treat!
I can picture it all...as if I were there! Your ending brought a grin to my face. Thanks, Ienjoyyourstoryflyfish
\"You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from passing over your head, but you can prevent them from nesting in your hair.\"
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comitan
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And No I didn't pay him!!!!!!!!
Strive For The Ideal, But Deal With What\'s Real.
Every day is a new day, better than the day before.(from some song)
Lord, Keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.
“The sincere pursuit of truth requires you to entertain the possibility that everything you believe to be true may in fact be false”
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bajalera
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What a great story, Ifly!
\"Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest never happen at all. The conscientious historian will correct these defects.\" -
Mark Twain
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Iflyfish
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We had a great time. Life is good in La Paz.
Iflyfish
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Diver
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Go ahead, make Zack (and me) feel worse that we didn't make it !!
Kids ?!?! And Marshmallows ?!?!?
NO FAIR !!!
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