Sep 03 2007
Laguna Nichupté

Nautical neighbor wafts past my window in the evening.
Since Hurricane Dean, tourism has dipped in Quintana Roo, so the almost-empty boats float by at a whisper. Usually I know it’s almost 8:30 p.m. because strains — and the live band does strain — of tunes blow briefly into my living room.
The musicians valiantly race a second behind the beat of rock-and-roll oldies imprinted on my memory.
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