“My Tijuana Weekend”

(November 20, 2018)

tijuana* weekend

was not spent with my aunt

who never was there

*(It’s pronounced tee-juana, not tia-juana (or Aunt Jane or Johanna or Johnna) but so many media can not seem to discern the missing “i” in the name of the just-South-of-Dago (San Diego) across-border town which has thrived and gone crazy with crime and killings, almost like Chicago: some areas are affluent and fine, some are moderate and fine and some are downright scary and deadly and it’s gangs and drugs in both borderish cities in Chicago and Tijuana, though calling Chicago a border town stretches the imagination just a bit.  I can make a case for that ’cause Chi-Town sits on a lake that runs all the way to Canada.  And the possibility there are more murders and random – and intended – shootings and killings in Chicago than in that formerly charming place where Caesar made salad famous.)

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