From The Publisher

March 7, 2016 Edition

carrie 2016.jpgGosh, even our precious readers are calling my little chats with you, my “rants”. That’s what we call them around the office, and now that somewhat hurtful and wholly inaccurate description of my literary gems has slipped out onto the streets.

Well, maybe they are rants, but I only get into the mood to write to you when I’m mad as hell and not inclined to take it anymore. Thus, the slide into rantdom. When other subjects pop into my pretty little head, I just shrug them off and go to the beach or the golf course.

Full discloursre: I feel another rant coming on. If you don’t like rants, flip the page and read what David Flores has to say this issue. It will be nice, you can count on that, because he is a nice man and wouldn’t say the word bull shit if he had a mouthful. Me, not so much.

This issue we have an article that started out as an informative piece on the pros and cons of all inclusive resorts. But when it landed on my desk for editing, I couldn’t help but expand on the ramifications of the resorts that keep their guests chained to the property, to offering up some reasons for this and some consequences of the practice.

Go find it and come back. No, I don’t know what page it’s going to be on, this paper is paginated up in Ensenada by a Mexican guy who doesn’t even read the paper, so it’s anybody’s guess where anything ends up.

I’m glad you’re back and I hope you liked the article, allthough if you didn’t, may I suggest that you still got your money’s worth?

I want to tell a fable I heard last year when the city elections were going on. One of the guys running for mayor told this story in a pep rally for his candidacy and I have told it to many of my Mexican friends, encouraging them to pass it on to their friends who don’t come in direct contact with foreigners.

So without further ado, I bring you a very nice fable.


A dog who was running for mayor of Los Cabos was talking to an owl who owned and operated a small grocery store in the barrio. The dog was telling the owl that tourism was important to him, the owl, and to his family, so he should vote for a candidate who was tourist friendly.  The owl shot back that he didn’t give a hoot about tourists, they never came into his store, and besides he hardly ever saw one up in his barrio in the hills. “To hell with the foreigners,” said Mr. Owl.

“But they do matter to you,” argued Mr. Dog. “They spend money here”.

“Not in my store,” sniffed Mr. Owl with the shake of his feathers and a steady blink of both eyes.

Just then a pigeon hopped in, wearing the crisp white uniform of a housekeeper at Palmilla. She was arm in arm with a blue jay who also hopped in, wearing the smart looking uniform of Palmilla.

“How is business at the Palmilla hotel?” Asked Mr. Dog the candidate.

“Couldn’t be better,” cooed the pigeon. “We have a full hotel and tips are over the coop.” And turning to Mr. Owl who was roosting behind the counter, Ms. Pigeon handed over a long list of items she wanted, including candy for the kids, and oh yes, “a large bag of peanuts for the Mr.”

 It was a nice order for the little store, and would surely send profits into the black for the day, even though it was still early, thought Mr. Owl to himself.

Ms. Pigeon’s co-worker then hopped up onto the counter and filled a similar order. When everything was packaged up, the girls called out a cheery goodbye, and both birds fluttered out the door.

Mr. Dog turned to Mr. Owl and said quietly, “If you still don’t think foreign money is important to you, do I need to point out where the money came from for those last two orders?”


OK, now, a couple things to point out in case you missed the point:

Many Mexicans who are a bit removed from foreigners don’t understand our importance to them.

Nobody is so important that they should feel they are special. (OK, that part wasn’t worked into the fable very well, but it’s important, I think, to point out; Don’t become a Mr. Smug Pants.)

And finally, you simply can not have a fable without animals in the lead parts, even if they don’t fit so very well.