41. Path to Destruction

        It was late. The sound of wind whipping through the tree branches and the waves crashing on the shores of the river were haunting. They did not stop Eager Beaver. Eager Beaver was in a deep sleep. He dreamed...

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42. The Arrogant Man!

  4168468365 Size: 728x90             If you draw a triangle joining Birmingham, Leicester and Coventry, Greenwoods Country Club would sit...

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43. The Past, the Present and the Future

This is in memory of a time I would like to forget and is an ode to all the women in similar situations. Remember, keeping quiet will never solve anything...having a voice will.

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44. Understanding Mexican Culture - Part 1

In the series of columns I've written, to the tune of around 300, and four books during a period of five years, I've attempted to present my observations of what I've experienced living in central Mexico in the city of Guanajuato.

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45. Puffy Wet Lips

There's this guy who lives across the street from us who we have renamed Wet Lips. When we are in a really lighthearted mood, we refer to him as Puffy Wet Lips.

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46. Want to Retire or Work in Mexico? You'd Better Read This!

Let me shoot straight from the hip. No fancy introductions to this article, no witty sayings, no clever expressions, no wildly used adjectives. Just plain talk about what you will find if you are planning your retirement in Mexico or if you are co...

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47. The Luck of the Irish

A poem inspired by the endless struggle to make ends meet.

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48. Marie Doherty: Lived off Park Avenue: buried in Potter's Field

Her body lay beneath her dining room table for over three weeks. I remember the day well i met her Ms. Marie Doherty. We were at church. It was coffee hour there in that day in that summer back in the late 90's. She was British and a former Militar...

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49. Shaky Ground, A shaky town: Jersey City

I sat there,staring like there were nothing going on, blankly out the gray glass windows of the light rail as I whizzed by, trying to ignore the noise going on behind me going like this, "an' can she even believe dat dis wasn't' what I got fro...

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50. Dating Someone Half Past Fifty

Half Past Fifty Half Past Fifty He is still having a bit of a boyishness in his graying good looks. "His trouble is he's caught somewhere between Connec-tih-cuht and the Dali Lama." Some would say. "Found the true sou...

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