TMi

A simple bus ride north of the capital city can be a dangerous thing in Mexico. Not because of bandits, but bad drivers. On the way to our destination, we witnessed a flipped car and a person pinned beneath it- perhaps dead. How did the car flip? We could barely guess. Probable death notwithstanding, we arrived at  Teotihuacan  without problem. It is still a working archeological dig site. Real Indiana Joneses in sombreros sift dirt under tarp shades as the tourists mill around trying to avoid the aggressive trinket sellers. The whole site echos with the sounds of the flute doodlings and jaguar calls to entice people to buy. Bright red summer tanagers eyed us like little guards on duty, and seemed to give us their leave to come and go. Ants, not aliens may have build everything. A puppy certainly rules the city now. No sprained foot, no burning sunshine was going to keep me from BEING there. The light is relentless even on a hazy day and I did not complain a...

I was driving a mini-van going in to Manhattan. The sliding door of the minivan would not close. While there was traffic congestion, I left the wheel to try to close it, but could not. There were wires running from some gadgets to an antenna suction stuck to the roof of the van. I cannot remember why it was there and I could not get if off while in the thick of traffic and there was no where to pull off before I entered one of the tunnels. Right at the entrance of the tunnel there were medics with stretchers. No ambulances blocking the way but and lots of stretchers lined up along the tunnel wall... lots like more than 4. And I saw young children laying on most them. They all had something obviously wrong with their faces. Most were in bloody bandages, but some were not. Like there were not enough supplies to go around. My conclusion from the ghastly sight was that the faces had been chemically burned off. I could see bone, teeth,  empty eye sockets. And I could only just drive b...