tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8461934131627924737.post2355166063432622867..comments2023-09-06T01:29:54.746-07:00Comments on Unrepentantcowboy: Piedritas, CoahuilaUnrepentantcowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16348152020479469764noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8461934131627924737.post-7104987187183710992010-07-28T14:58:08.256-07:002010-07-28T14:58:08.256-07:00p.s. Thanks to for the google earth link to Piedri...p.s. Thanks to for the google earth link to Piedritas. That's wild terrain.Bobby Byrdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17990783036661848472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8461934131627924737.post-81013150406941135502010-07-28T14:56:43.204-07:002010-07-28T14:56:43.204-07:00Don, thanks for sending along the link. Good for O...Don, thanks for sending along the link. Good for Oscar and his compas. Piedritas, like all of Mexico but especially in the north, needs to catch a break sometime soon. What kind of crop did they plant? I know what they didn't plant, huh? The stuff about your own farming and ranching is very interesting and vivid. I got a hoot thinking about Leah running around naming goats before you got hungry. If it's okay, I think I'll put some of this piece on either the CPP blog or my blog with links to yours. // By the way, I took a walk over in Juarez yesterday. It's odd walking down Avenida Juarez and being the only gringo around. When I got back, the customs lady told me to take off my sunglasses. She asked, what were you doing over there? Taking a walking, I said. Taking a walk? Yeah, a walk. She shook her head. Crazy old man, she was thinking. She waved me on through.Bobby Byrdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17990783036661848472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8461934131627924737.post-30678720339432967802010-07-24T10:51:18.491-07:002010-07-24T10:51:18.491-07:00Unfortunate what happened to Piedritas. One would ...Unfortunate what happened to Piedritas. One would think a spell was put on that town, or maybe on the entire country. You know, I feel the same about crossing the border into Mexico; a bit of fear, but at the same time I feel free. Maybe is that Latin American sense of freedom, more like animals in the wild, while in the US you feel more like an animal in a zoo.Daniel Pacenoreply@blogger.com