APFwebs: Letters from the Editor
Seeing as it’s the first Friday in May, it’s No Pants Day. But as it’s May 5, it’s Cinco de Mayo.
I note that, in Mexico,
For many Mexicans…May 5 is a day like any other…. But in the US,
…revelers mark the occasion with parades, parties, mariachi music, Mexican folk dancing and traditional foods such as tacos and mole poblano.
Any port in a storm. I’ll take the fifth.
I’ve read that old farts drink more. We’re now often up to a drink a day. Sometimes two. We reserve margaritas for Cinco de Mayo or dining out: let somebody else do the mixwork. At home we stick to lazier drinks. Like, booze on the rocks. Maybe acquainted with water. Straight to the point.
Maybe we’ll have a mint julep for the Kentucky Derby on Saturday. Maybe not. Lotta work. (I’m betting on Irish War Cry, Always Dreaming, and Practical Joke, not necessarily in that order.)
May 1 was celebrated, so to speak, as May Day—International Workers’ Day—with rallies and anti-Trump protests nationwide. May 2, Santa Fe voters soundly refused a tax on sugary drinks. (Gee: would that have included triple sec, agave syrup, vermouth and—shudder—mint juleps?) May 3—first Wednesday of the month—is Old Farts’ Day at the grocery: 10% off.
May 4 is Star Wars Day: May the Fourth be with you. A proper lead-in to the fifth. The Old Fart hisses “I am your fah…therrrrrr…”
A busy week. And these are just a few things: I won’t go into the others, like laundry and shoveling bags of cat poo from the litter box. By Friday we’ll be ready for TGIF.
The most interesting day of the year. Stay thirsty, mis amigos.
Take the fifth.