Apparently, in other countries, they play football (soccer to you dimwits) on pitches like this. This particular example taken from the harbor of Montevideo. At noon. Too warm for even the laziest of penalty-kicks. And who would have chased the lost ball anyway? Not me. No, give me a covered grassy surface with dew on it. And nets. (more…)

While reporting on Jim Gavido’s doll yesterday it became clear to The Post that much was, and still is, uncertain about the past of our little town. And lo and behold, upon a little research inside our old dusty archives we found these pieces of ancient paper (more…)

The few times we get to report from the world it always seems such a big place. So vast, so strange and foreign to us. But this time: A very different thing. A personal memory (more…)