We were walking down the street when we saw the old lady coast to the curb in her ancient Mercedes sports car, lift the hood, and then get out her cell phone. A few moments later the old man, presumably her husband, came by in his equally ancient Mercedes sedan and coasted to the curb without even braking and leapt from the car before it was even stopped. It rolled sedately to a stop just before banging into the car in front of it. A few moments later she was driving the sedan and he was driving the sports car and they wheezed down the street and away. We weren't sure which car was most in need of repair. They reminded us of ourselves although we tend to own ancient Fords and VWs rather than Mercedes.
In this photo Kent is trying to reach the orejas, a crispy, flakey pastry, not the lady in front of him.
These bent pieces of rebar are Genero's clamps.
Genero. I was wrong, he's only 72. He used to sing in a mariachi band.
Poco a poco everything proceeds much faster than we'd ever anticipated.
It might be possible that you can now enlarge the pictures again by placing the pointer over the picture and double clicking. To return to the main page, click on the back button at the upper left of your screen. I suspect that I will continue to have problems with the enlarging feature, but I will try to make it work.
