Our Man in Antigua

balls in the cupholder of Maite’s Jeep…tennis balls…what were you thinking? living next door, as I do to the Antigua tennis club, aka the Club Antigueno, the errant yellow spheroids sometimes find their way over the high fence..ergo, I go and pick ’em up before the Rottweiler finds them..and who better to give them to?

thanks to “Bull’ Durham and others for the nightly shots of Fuego going off…I can see Acatenango from here but that’s it..imagine living in one of the villages at the base of Fuego? I’d probably start thinking about finding a virgin or two(as if) for a sacrifice…and yesterday’s ‘Corpus Christi’ processions? jeez…block off the streets, traffic congestion, vendors galore…I beat it outa town quickly and no, didn’t go back…why? I’ve gotten used to peace and quiet here. B. I’ve read the book and seen the movie and I know how it’s gonna turn out.

Is it just me or has some of the town’s characters whose absence is felt? maybe it was last weeks personal odometer turning over? Wendy Wever, Peter Hodge/Lisa Marie…and where’s Peter Glover? Pat Farrell blew outa here in January for parts unknown and the departure of the usual ‘snowbirds’…the Perfesser, Reed et al..der Henrik is in Norway or Sweden…’haven’t seen John Heaton in months: I suspect its a sign of age…being 68 these days and running into the 30’s crowd only reminds me that they’re the same as as my daughters…o well, what are you gonna do?