purejuice

I have to make, and set up, and light, 83 luminarias for Christmas Eve, or pretend I'm a Jew and/or be kicked out of the neighborhood. Everyone lights luminarias here on Christmas eve (to guide the Christ Child in for a landing, apparently), and everyone else in the city comes to the neighborhood, which is blocked off by the police so that there is no entrance or exit by residents, and inches along in their cars looking at the luminarias.

Seriously, you can't leave the neighborhood on Christmas Eve, between 5:30 and 9.

Such is the Hispanic death grip on Macondo.

Seventy-three to go.