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I was a pair of ragged claws

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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Zen and the art of wayward golf balls

So I’m sitting by the pool in Cabo San Lucas, reading Gary Snyder’s latest collection of poems, “Danger on the Peaks.”

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Cortez the killer

LBJ was almost taken away with the dirty dishes in Amsterdam and left behind at a restaurant in Helsinki. But neither of those experiences prepared him for his brush with death in Mexico.