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IT WAS PRETTY cold downtown the other day, but more than anything it was windy, which made it seem colder still.

Your never-humble correspondent struck a pose to share because I’m a sharing sort of fellow.

Sometimes it’s good to get personal.

People who live above the Rio Bravo tend to think that Mexico is about beaches, sun, margaritas, rayon shirts and Bermuda shorts, but it’s like that only in some places.

And those are not good places to live, just to visit.

This, plus a couple more, were added to my photo exhibit.