Do you remember me? / How we used to be / Helpless and happy and blind? / Sunk without hope / In a haze of good dope / And cheap wine?

Finally, at a likely looking north-south crossroad, we turned left and found elusive US 14 two miles north.

But mezcaleros roast the piñas in earthen mounds over pits of hot rocks.

And if there are some bankers out there who are still embarrassed by the size of their bonuses, then I propose that they palliate their guilt by giving to the Mayor's Fund for London to help deprived children in London.