
For nearly 3 years Beverly and I lived in Mexico in a little town called
Coso- leacaque in the state of Veracruz. Sometimes we would drive to
Coatzacoalcos, a larger city, to dine out. At one of the restaurants we visited it was quite an adventure. Sometimes you would have more than one waiter at your table. In this picture you can see Beverly sitting beside Paco, one of our friends. I think I may have been taking the picture. Paco was the plant doctor. His wife, Martha, was sitting across from him. They were good friends in our Mexico days. He was a good guide to the
safe places to eat out.

See that little tray beside our table... next to Martha. That was an array of the seafood you could order. On the tray it is
uncooked, and they bring it out that way to show you what they can prepare for you. It had a real fishy smell to it (as you would expect) and was not particularly appetizing.
I ate lots of fish in Mexico. I only got
seriously sick once while living there, and that was on some boiled shrimp from a different restaurant. No, Paco was not with me that evening.
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Quotes of the DayHope for the best. Expect the worst.
~Unknown
What, me worry?
~Alfred E.
Neuman~~~
Joke of the DayYou've got to be very careful if you don't know where you are going,
because you might not get there.
— Yogi Berra
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Hi there Jim, you are getting good. Real interesting stories. Keep up the good work and then when I am gone maybe you and Mary can keep Dad's Tomato Garden Journal.going.
DAD
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