




New Year’s Celebrations with
Todd and Ann Marie, Cully,
Mark and Oliver in our new
home in Lake Elmo, Minnesota.
We also had a visit from Bob
and Elaine, but no photos đ


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Summer Kitchen
by Donald Hall
In June’s high light she stood at the sink
With a glass of wine,
And listened for the bobolink,
And crushed garlic in late sunshine.
I watched her cooking, from my chair,
She pressed her lips
Together, reached for the kitchenware,
And tasted sauce from her fingertips.
“It’s ready now. Come on,” she said.
“You light the candle.”
We ate, and talked, and went to bed,
And slept. It was a miracle.
This turned out to be one of the last years at the old Capitan Lafitte. After Hurricane Wilma, fall of 2005, the staff at Lafitte worked hard to have the resort up and running enough to open for the season. The hurricane wiped out the little casitas that were right on the beach, so popular with the old timers, but the bar and the dining room were salvagable.
It was Bob’s first time at my beloved home away from home, so I was glad he could see the old place before we had to move up the beach.

view from our balcony

reading is always so pleasant

water is pristine and refreshing

Lunch in Playa del Carmen

Mr. Pike starting his beard

Jesus ... it is Paradise and Jesus is the bartender

Mayan dancers y tia Hoodie

Ann and friends at dinner

Hurricane devastation at Kailuum (tent city no more)


It's amazing it was even open,,, thank you to all those who worked so hard
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Two river otters and their adopted sidekick, Blacky, share their adventures in the northwoods and river country of the upper Midwest, perhaps around Wisconsin Dells where the author resided.
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In the winter of 2005, Ann and arturo and I went back to La Posada del Capitan Lafitte. We took a short trip to visit Valladolid and the Mayan ruins at Ek’ Balam. Also, photos of a fancy dinner with Lafitte friends and Robert and Ted from Kailuum. We, of course, didn’t know it then, but Hurricane Wilma would devastate the area the next fall, wiping out Kailuum and damaging Lafitte. This was the last year it was like this.













Dear Editor,
I write this letter on the eve of the Democratic Convention in Boston and I am looking forward to it. Lately I have been working in support of local Democrats and also for national candidates such as our wonderful Wisconsin Senator Russ Feingold who always makes me proud. He partnered with Republican John McCain to create campaign finance reform and was the only brave Senator to vote against the Patriot Act that authorized the government to look into our library habits and health records. He is fond of saying that he voted against the Patriot Act because he read it.
I also am supporting Democratic presidential candidate John Kerry.
I want to not make this a Bush-bashing letter; the high road is always a better one. But this is such a crucial time and election. I canât remember when the country was more polarized, except perhaps, in the days of the growing opposition to the war in Viet Nam.
A couple of weeks ago I attended a political workshop sponsored by the Wellstone people from Minnesota. Paul Wellstone was the liberal (or progressive if you prefer) senator from Minnesota who died in a plane crash shortly before the election that would have returned him to the Senate for another term. Needless to say, all the people at the training were a bit to the left.
I was talking to a group of them about the Iraq war and how it reminded me so much of Viet Nam. I was met with a sea of blank faces. I realized everyone there, some of them graying and middle-aged, were still younger than I and did not have a memory of that warâhow it started slowly with a few American âadvisorsâ killed, and then the progression of dead, now so graphically displayed by the Viet Nam War Memorial in Washington, D.C. The monument starts with the wall of a few dead at ground level and goes on to become a huge wall of names â thousands and thousands soldiers killed in a far away country on the other side of the world; in the end for no discernable reason or accomplishment.
John Kerry was one of the ones who came home from that war, after being in the thick of combat including seeing comrades die, rescuing some of them, killing Viet Namese himself, and receiving wounds. He came back and asked the U.S. Senate how one can ask a soldier to be the last to die for a mistake.
There are reasons I like John Kerry. I like it that he is complex and understands nuance. I like it that he has a wife who is her own person, has her own money and would, I think, become another first lady similar to Eleanor Roosevelt. But the main reason I like him is that I believe Kerry and his wife have an understanding of the world, this small planet that gets smaller every day. I think they know how we might repair the present damage to our international relationships.
I hope those of you who do remember Viet Nam also remember what the country felt like at that time; how that war touched everyone; and remember the vow so many of us took â ânever again.â I hope those of you who are too young to remember will take our word for it.
Judy Gibson
Dell Prairie
Not sure what the fascination is …
maybe the tiny make believe world?
– I know there is something about the total tackiness; for example, I wasn’t going to settle for anything other than a pope snowglobe when I was in Rome. The tackier the better.
— even Martha Stewart has attempted to elevate the snowglobe
— see if you think she succeeded, below. Maybe it’s just the utter wastefulness of time spent on something so totally without any redeeming value

Yep, I found the Pope in a snowglobe purchased in Rome in a cathedral gift shop.

This is the Sphinx bought at the foot of the pyramids at Giza from a little boy

This is a Martha Stewart globe from Ronnie Moss

the newest globe in the collection, Wisconsin cows from guest Barb Bowen

Nona faces the paparazzi


Miya Riley Tolbert
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Soles (Souls) on EarthWritten for Gene by Ed O’Brien This morning I took a walk Faithful friend at the ready. It was a walk this day unlike any. On a frosty morning I left And arrived at his side, We talked as we walked And moved stride by stride. He said are you ready? I said yes I am! My old friend doesnât understand But you do and so do I. I have been given riches Beyond silver and gold I have shared love, Family, friends and blessings untold. My smile is still with you Itâs in your heart that I know So walk with me often I am ready to go. I returned not thru my door But followed his warmth To his heavenly light. A place of peace A place oh, so bright. Think of me fondly, And pray for us all. But do not worry Do not be sad Safe in his arms I am truly all right! – Ed OâBrien |