Thursday, July 28, 2016
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Monday, July 25, 2016
A corrido is a popular folk ballad that often reflects on daily life, history or oppression. The authorship of many corridos is unknown as is the case with Corrido de Huaraqui. Verses change from region to region. Dates, towns and names change depending on whom is singing the song and where.
One of the small border towns separating Arizona from Sonora share the same name — Naco. As our journey west was to include a stop in Naco we were fortunate to find a CD from a local group of musicians; Los Microbios de Naco — the germs of Naco — and the following corrido.
Saturday, July 23, 2016
"Columbus was founded in 1891 as a U.S./Mexico border station but eventually coalesced around the railroad station three miles to the north in 1903. The area's history is tied to a March 9, 1916, raid on Columbus by Mexican revolutionary leader Francisco "Pancho" Villa. President Woodrow Wilson dispatched General John J. Pershing and 10,000 troops into Mexico to pursue Villa. This punitive expedition ultimately failed."
According to the aforementioned inscription on the Official Scenic Historic Marker for Columbus, New Mexico it would seem that the desert town's history knows a thing or two about regrets. Local poet and writer Gordon Taylor also writes of regrets.
Friday, July 22, 2016
|Jersey Lilly Saloon...and courthouse of Judge Roy Bean in Langtry, Texas.|
Even the historical markers in southern Texas state that it's hard to separate fact from fiction when it comes to Judge Roy Bean, the self-professed only "law west of the Pecos."
Whether the following death sentence was ever handed down by Bean is murky. Notoriously famous as a hanging judge there is scant evidence that he ever sentenced anyone to death. If he did, there is no evidence that the sentence was carried out. What cannot be denied is that the sentence reads as poetic justice.
Saturday, July 16, 2016
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in his buckskins,
All dressed in his buckskins, all fit for his grave.
"Then swing your rope slowly and rattle your spurs lowly
And give a wild whoop as you carry me along
Take me to the green valley and lay the sod o'er me
I'm just a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
The sign beckons you from Interstate 55 to visit the Mother Jones Monument in Mount Oilve, Illinois. A few quick turns and a left off the remnants of the Mother Road itself — Route 66 — you see the monument to "the most dangerous woman in America" rising out of the back corner of the centuries old cemetery. The monument contains the second of a two stanza poem by James Aldrich.