Dear Frank, Well, that was quite the night, wasn’t it. I think it deserves to be entered into the official record! As you know, it began, as many strange episodes do, with a perfectly ordinary act: taking the trash to the curb.
On this, the last full day in Granada, I took a taxi up to the Mirador de San Nicolás in the well-known Albaicín neighborhood. I wanted to admire the whitewashed structures there and see the Alhambra from across the valley
Dear Frank, Remember my good friend, Mary, in El Paso? No, maybe that was before your time. I thought about her recently- about something that happened and how it came full circle. Back when I was a young mother, she and I