Michael Sherer passed peacefully from this life on February 16, 2017. May he rest in peace.
so? international rules require any country to have a ‘functional’ postal service…so? does that mean that Guatemala isn’t a country? kind of…yep, the govt postal service, El Correo, is still not working…suggestion #2…have all the govt checks mailed to the recipients, Morales included…’betcha the problem would be solved in about a week, eh? kind of like the mess with getting new DPI cards….and I read that the ‘gov’t(sic)is outsourcing the replacement license plates, not done since 2004…hey, the prisons are overcrowded, why not have the inmates learn a new skill?
Mamma’s #2, with the outside metal sheets done/gone…will this mean an opening by Semana Santa? and sadly, the purple truck and the workers in the yellow jackets are gone, looks like they ran out of money…but, wait! there’s more! the usual muni crew seen with a couple of portable pressure washers, douching off the park…that won’t last long…the machines will be stolen, sold and it’ll be business as usual…..segue way…is Guatemala and the YouEss of A the only two countries with racist clowns as presidents? does North Korea make the cut?
and yes, I’m going to take a little break from this hectic pace…it’s been fun
in other words the acronym for ‘garbage in, garbage out.’…’heard from a URS (usually reliable source)that the long gone Don Marco, aka Jeffry Lynn Cassman, is moving back to Guatemala, specifically around San Lucas and bringing at least 10 of his children (#13 on the way)…’gotta be a bus ride from hell, no?
ah, Christmas…the smell of freshly baked bread wafting from the ovens of San Martin (packed with customers)on 5th Avenida Sur…and the largest pile of firecracker debris further south, being bagged by the Nuestra Limpia Antigua crew…’thought their contract ($$)expired..whatever, they’re on the job…’notice the ‘its against the law to drink in public’ posters around the park? wtf? who enforces it? the Tourist Police? ‘up against the wall, beer boy?’
I’m still getting over the shock of Frank Mays passing….a hole ripped in the fabric of this town and so, what happens with Nim Pot, the Galleria de Arte or El Cerro de San Cristobal now?..that weekend I was preoccupied with getting back to the hospital in TX, to have my transmission fluid topped off and a few pints low..how? why? dunno..I see where was El Sol (west of the park)has a new tenant…Cafe & (ampersand)..good..more coffee joints!
Will Mammas #2 ever open? 10 months later, etc…maybe the handicapped space in front refers to the work crew…Franklin Voorhees, of As Green as it Gets, back in town and the NGO is working again(good, one of my two favorites)…of well….enjoy the rest of the year..
so, I go by El Correo, the government(sic)post office…yeah, they’re open but not quite….’another 3 weeks, another contract, money from the government’….cha cha…’end up at Caniz, the private service on lower 4th avenida and…the price of an outgoing regular size envelope, not heavy? jumped from 27q to 65q!…yowza!$9 for a regular letter? yep..be prepared and bring extra $$
and yes, I missed two birthdays this week of some local beautiful women: Tanya Hughes and Evelyn Mundo….damn me…Evelyn, of the Exit Inn…and the Exit’s darts team is kicking ass! Artie, of the Londoner, is locking up the local music/ food scene…said that on Thanksgiving, he sold off some 25+ plates by 5:30 and it was oover…
music? Nelson’s back, playing at various spots, notably El Biblioteca on 1st sur….Sam Receta is back, from Canada and headed for the Yukon next year…Hogan’s gone(not a bad trade)
and? check out http://www.beckettmedia.com/rockngem for my latest article…whoopee! and yes, the prices for two books have dropped…Our Man in Antigua and Ponzi Bob/River of Scum are now $2.99…there’s some other specials on the Amazon site, some free stuff to sort thru…they’re a bit behind the curve, so don’t worrry about it..Amazon/Kindle has me over the ‘barrel’…my local production costs are more than they charge…o boy..
November, April and June…’don’t remember the 4th but its no big deal…this is Guatemala, after all. This is, however, on of my favorite times of the year….few tourists, crisp mornings, perfect days and good air quality (views)….and yes, Thanksgiving comes around next week…Thursday, if I recall. The Londoner is putting on a dinner, starting at 5pm for 59Q! helluva deal, altho pumpkin pie/whipped cr3eam is extra ($)I’ll drag my limping self to that one…nearby, I can walk in/out….and Hogan leaves that day, back to Oregon and whatever awaits him there (don’t ask, don’t tell).
What is the meaning of blue curbs? I ‘get’ the red and the white curbs, but blue? (around the corner on 5th Ave, from Reilly’s Esquina and I see that work has resumed on the abruptly stopped installation/changes on the ATM cave outside of el Banco G&T Continental, across from the park…this time will official Muni/City approval…the cries of desecration of historical monuments died down, apparently…and according to one paper, the Nuestro Antigua Limpia project runs outa $$$ December the first…if you’ve got $$ to spare, this is a great project…contact Phillip Wilson at EcoFiltro..por favor.
And an old familiar face in town for a few days…Dave Hoffman, almost unrecognizeable behind shoulder length hair…he’s gone now but not forgotten…and a very big tip of the panama to Lori Shea, of Guatemala Medical Travel, for arranging the emergency brain surgery for Peter Mc Garry..basically saved his life and his brain…whew!…and the Exit Inn dart team is kicking ass and taking names…recently mopped the floor with the gang from the Bulls Eye Tavern….and yes, I’m still limping, scheduling a hip replacement for sometime next spring, time/place still under discussion..hey, it worked for Jackson!…so, tis the start of a beautiful weekend..I’m messing around with a start of a novel, something I’ve never done before…no $$ in it except an urge to tell some stories about Guatemala…
and so was I, metaphorically speaking…the three shots of Flor de Cana helped a bit but I think it was the setting: Mike Tallon’s 50th birthday party(and having survived some serious medical problems)ask me, I know about that, set in John Rexer’s fabulous house out in the woods of the Finca Azotea and people….people, ‘old’ Antigua and new, gringos and Chapins, a pig on the spit, a raft of liquor, food and conversations…
There was a mariachi band that played for a long time and every musician in town was there…Bobby Darling/Grace, Tom Graham, Mercedes, Nelson Lunding….basically an All-Star Line up of the best of Antigua these days. All that was missing might’ve been Hector Castro, but he’s been gone for a while and I miss his presence at the original Hector’s….he made that place work…and reflecting on the changes of upper 5th Avenida, with Sangre gone, and how the original Reilly’s would bounce off the Casbah across the street and that was Ground Zero for the nightlife of Antigua…a more genteel, less rowdy assortment of gentlemen drinkers that the current group of loaded louts to be found elsewhere these days…Bruce McCowan was probably there, in spirit and the only thing missing, to my way of thinking (sic) might’ve been some of the ‘girls’ from the nearby Diva’s 2.
So, things change: I wonder how Tartines stays open: I’ve got it that Fusion is supported by the rest of the building and El Barrio hums along. Sobremesa by the strength of Alex’s many talents…yeah, times change. Nils of Fish/Azul 39 died and 6th Avenida/5th Calle has become the new center of gravity, bar and food-wise…1st Avenida continues to hum, anchored by Cafe No Se and the only vacancy is Juan Caravela, whose ‘for sale’ sign is so old that the sun has faded it. Yep, a night of memories and all good..Thank you, Mike Tallon, family and friends…it was classic.
kiss one, if you can find one…Hogan and I are too old/decrepit but, hey, take a shot..
Henrik’s latest, Central Park Pizza, opened last night….scores of people(free booze) and only a few faces that I recognized: Ponzi Bob, Reid, Ron Fortin and amazingly, John Wilbur in from Lanquin! long time no see, etc…as I said, regarding the pizza, its similar to one’s taste in women…they’re all different. The location, on 2nd avenida and 6th calle might be a bit difficult but time will tell…
Our wandering troubador, Nelson Lunding is back, playing here/there and it’s Michael Tallon’s birthday (50) weekend..event some where tonight, John Rexer’s (Finca Azotea) tomorrow night and of course, the wind-up at Cafe No Se Sunday night…whew, whatta schedule!
and yes, the rains have stopped and I never had to/used my umbrella…another record for the books…and yes, I’m recovered/feeling much better after my emergency trip to the Houston VA hospital a few weeks ago…cause of the stomach bleeding? taking an Alleve on an empty stomach in the morning…well, empty in the sense of two espressos/two cigarettes but I’ve learned to eat better..oatmeal with what I thought was rains but turned out to be prunes this morning…gotta fix that…have a great weekend: there’ll be music at the Londoner and pizza, where ever you go: its Antigua-stan!