November 3, 2024
Look who I ran into just across the border.
Yes, full disclosure, my daughter participated in Hands Across the Border when she was in the sixth grade and a mountain village southeast of Magdalena, Sonora became our Cave Creek school's sister city. Me and a couple other fathers made the trip down and while there I visited a bacanora still up in the mountains and took this panoramic photo from the mountainside looking back down on the host town.
I later found a stash of old photographs from the area, and I am not positive, but this is an Opeodepe local, taken in the 1920s. He, in fact, could be the real Pepe from Opodepe.
Speaking of the divide between us and the divide between our two countries, I want to do a story about it. Here are a couple cover ideas.
Bell De Jour
She took what she could from her small town past and she left her mark on Mexico.
As you may have guessed by now, I have a severe case of border on the brain syndrome. But then I am having an art show, On The Border With Boze next weekend at Patinas. So that's my excuse.
"The end is the just the beginning of something new."
—Old Vaquero Saying
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