This appeared last Friday in Annandale Dream Gazette: We have arranged for Dad to stay at our favorite beachside resort in Mexico. He and I arrive by taxi; the driver says behind to get the luggage together and bring it along behind us. There is an expanse of sand dunes and scattered palm trees. I lead the way, telling Dad encouraging things—but the sand is heaped and humped, the palms frayed by wind. There has been a storm, but now it’s just gusty wind. The hotel looks like a hulk, battered; staff hurry here and there making repairs.Read More