New Orleans      As the old saying goes, “I don’t want to put my dirty mouth on it.” As mi companera frequently counsels about death and disasters, “don’t open the window,” warning that even the mention or premotion is almost causal.  Having driven over 100,000 miles on my truck in hardly four years and, …

            Sao Paulo        My father would have liked Brazil.  He knew “field” Spanish from time spent in the California orange groves when his dad was a foreman there near Orange and Santa Anna.  He would help out and talk to the Mexican workers when they were putting out smudge pots to ward off freezes or …