Each evening while I was in Mexico, I would drift down to the rocks beside the sea to smoke a cigar and watch the tide rise while the sun faded.
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Each evening while I was in Mexico, I would drift down to the rocks beside the sea to smoke a cigar and watch the tide rise while the sun faded.
So I’m sitting by the pool in Cabo San Lucas, reading Gary Snyder’s latest collection of poems, “Danger on the Peaks.”
This, from an AP story about hurricane preparations in New Orleans:
“We’re choosing the best of two evils,” said Bryan Steven. “It’s either be stuck in the hotel or stuck on the road. … We’ll make it through it.”
His wife, wearing a Bourbon Street T-shirt with a lewd message, interjected: “I just don’t want to die in this shirt.”