Putting my bolas on the line.
September 26th 2006 After a few cool, cloudy afternoons, Sunday breaks in a dazzling shower of sunlight. There are flies buzzing over the Plaza Mayor - enough that you want to run and take cover - and while I’m sure there’s some scientific correlation with the sudden change in weather, I’m not the guy to explain it. Instead I fight a losing battle with the little bastards as I drink my afternoon coffee, swatti
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