>Yesterday when I left the office I walked to the little Colmado near to Parque Duarte in Colonial Zone for my Presidente beer. As I made the turn from Calle el Conde onto Duarte there was 4 of those scary looking police all in black with their bulletproof vests, skull caps and big guns standing […]
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View From My Baclony – Another Wreck
>Do you ever wonder why there are such things as STOP signs?Here in Dominican Republic they are called PARE.You can see them on most streets.Yet it seems that no one pays much attention to these important life saving pieces of metal.Friday night, coming home from listening to some Palos music.Getting ready for a nice nights, […]
Views From My Balcony – Grabber’s Necklace Stealing Headache
A helmet wearing motorcycle riderHeading the wrong wayDown a one way streetThis day made a huge mistakeAs he looked to prayOn an innocent victimA sparkling necklaceCaught his treasure seeking eyeHe made the grabForcefully removing a necklaceFrom the unsuspecting woman walking byMuch to his amazementSomeone gave him a shoveDown went Mr. Grabber Onto the black rough […]
Crazy Guy-Police Not Interested
>Here in colonial Zone and throughout Dominican Republic it seems there are many crazy humans. I never lived in a large city before so maybe this is the normal thing but for me it’s all new. Last week I was out in the street in front of the office taking a break from working on […]
Horse Sounds
>I was standing outside on the deck drinking my morning cup of coffee. Doing my morning talk to God. Off in the distance. Down in the valley. In the morning mist. I heard a horse whinny. Loud and long. Further off in the distance another horse responded with the same whinny in a different distinct […]