just made it in before the biblical rains started..the last burst of fireworks, the last of the weekenders headed out, bummer to bummer, for the City…you know, i’m a thinkin’ that the unusual crowds were for the bicycle race..the Mime Index? inapplicable, cuz he wasn’t around…the mayan kids on the marimba, moved way south on 5th, into new territory. the 2nd rate andean group in the park…sucked…ah..panza verde and save the gay whales?…oops..sorry, thought i was back in san francisco. this was a ‘save lake atitlan’ thing…raffle, visuals and a dinner, which i’d hoped to attend but i blew it getting tickets in time…a lot of ‘old antigua’ present…Ewe, Margaret Hanson, and some very very tasty babes(no, i’m not sharing) get your own phone numbers/email addresses…show up, goddam it, just like woody allen said..Paolo! working again at La Vineria Antigua…nice change of music and good to see him..are those new scars? if so, it was horrific…
hello, ‘save the lake’….kind of a serious problem…know that i lived at lake tahoe and watched this process…bad sewage disposal et al…took years and a ton of money but california and the casinos had a vested interest…not the same thing in gautemala…alas…i’m not gonna rant, as i’m ranted out from last week..Tom Cernikovsky, Jenny and friends at Hectors..ah, is it Moanday yet? may i go to my room now? no bedtime story, no warm milk and cookies…
Our Man in Antigua 
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