People are always asking me what I do all day in Puerto Vallarta now that I have been put out to pasture, or retired as others of us like to say. Am I not clouded by a sense of over and over again, the same old, the same old? Somehow because we have moved to Mexico for part of the year, people think all I do is I sit in the shade under a tree with a bottle of tequila by my side.
But I would say “What do you do all day where you are?” Ok, curling is out . . .
