Belize
December 30th 2009 Los Achiotes
Waiting for our bus to escape customs I talked with a taxi driver at the border. He had lived in LA for eight years. I asked him playfully if he missed the Dodgers. His reply was poignant, “I miss everything there.” “Yeah,” I thought, “Life is much harder here, in every way.” “I have a son in Bakersfield, going for his AA in Information Technology; he’s a
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