Musings from our Puerto Rico Homestead

Not necessarily related to politics, race or really anything serious, these musings are based on my observations living in Puerto Rico.

On our way home from the home of friends one day, we popped over to pay the wife’s sister and her husband for a visit. Miguel, “Miguelito” directs me to the back of their property where I find Lucilla, dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, drenched in sweat, machete in hand, hacking away at dead…

This was originally written in 2010 and so it might seem a little dated. High up on the list of discussions for drunken philosophers anywhere in the world is politics. My doctor tells me nearly every time I see her, "Never engage a Puerto Rican in a discussion about politics." Generally I am not one…