I had three main reasons for this sojourn in my Happy Place, Ajjjc, Mexico: to ensure the commemorative plaque my brothers and I commissioned for our mother was installed properly, to recover my writing mojo, and visit with our good friends Ulf & Mette, who live here during the winter months. My driver, Arturo, pulled up in a Jaguar, which made me feel special, until I saw the contraption he’d rigged to hold the guts of the ignition. I didn’t get into the details of why or how that happened, but I was fascinated watching him hot wire the thing to get it started. Even when he stopped for gas, he didn’t turn it off, which was an unexpected adventure. And the driver’s side…

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