We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Our Dylanologist is in Mexico, in Cabo this week for a well-deserved break from reality.
Cabo used to be a funky place, but it's turning into Miami West. He contemplated a quick trip to Guadalajara to catch the Dylan performance, but the air fare from Cabo was prohibitive. He promised to pre-post his weekly Dylan entry, since internet is iffy in Mexico.
"Cabo used to be a funky place, but it's turning into Miami West."
Bwah-hah! Good line, BD. I don't remember them now, but about 30 years ago, when I was in my 20's, there was a whole handful of 'secret' getaway spots in Mexico. Over the years, I've seen something akin to your quote attributed to all of them.
"were all cab over engine models, or Cabo's." - Habu
Obviously. I still like the story of how poorly the Chevy Nova did in Mexico. Nothing like trying to sell a car whose name ("no va") means "doesn't go" in the native language. :)
BD: Tell the Dylanmeister to bring back some pics.