I have always had this fight or flight fantasy that bordered on me getting in my truck and running off to Mexico. Why Mexico? I have no earthly idea only that I can’t run off in my truck to the Turk & Caico’s. But it might come from what my father used to always say when the going got tough, he’d declare that he was going to get in the car and start driving and never stop. Mind you, we did get in that car and drive for days sometimes as the route from New Orleans to New York was like going to Slidell for my insomniac gypsy father.
But I’ve had a few moments were I’ve thought Mexico and they had to do with mom being in critical condition, and life seeming tougher than usual, and then today I read that Mexico City is going to allow for same sex marriage and for adoption by gay parents and I thought – WTF! – Mexico.