Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Virgin is NOT the only universal icon

The air is so heavy you need to drink it rather than breathe it. But, hey it's cloud cover. I headed for the market just to get out of the house and to buy some ceviche for lunch. On the way out, I saw the caretaker, Regino, applying herbicide to the sidewalks. (Never mind the streets. They're green already). He had a face mask, a hoodie, and a big glove on the hand that held the bottle of poison. "Pareces como Michael Jackson!" I called to him from the window. He waved back and did a little jerky dance. "Mas o menos!" he agreed. Ah, Michael, You're everywhere.

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