Upon arrival at our barrio in Buenos Aires
December 11th 2007 UPON ARRIVAL AT OUR BARRIO IN BUENOS AIRES
As we exited our trusty 767 at the Buenos Aires Airport, Ezeiza, the airline staff smiled sweetly and proudly waved me toward a waiting wheel chair, in deference to the walking stick I was using. I demurred, because the back affliction I have been enduring since a week before our departure, wreaks maximum havoc just after I get up from sitting, as in fro
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