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Jacinto Corral Miranda, QEPD
Jacinto is gone. He was here one day and then he was not. This is my tribute to a man I scarcely knew. I hope I can explain what it means to me that he is gone without sounding patronizing … Continue reading
The Curse of Google Maps
My Daddy was a mapmaker for Magnolia Petroleum Company in Texas back in the 1940s and 50s when cartographers plotted the locations of oil and gas wells on linen or paper maps by hand. He had wonderful penmanship and he … Continue reading
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A pig is not a fence
A pig is not a fence. The pig is in the fence. This is one way to learn Spanish: looking at a pig in a fence. I say cerdo. I mean cerco. This causes mirth amongst the Spanish speakers in … Continue reading
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On a Sunday
On a Sunday in mid-May, I went to the weekly organ recital at Westminster Abbey in London. On a Sunday three weeks later, I went to hear a trio on fiddle, drums, and guitar play Nordic, Celtic, and Old-time music … Continue reading
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