SOUL FOOD; NURTURING THROUGH ART

Putt..putt..toot, toot....is it 1972?  Walking around Mazatlan can make you feel like you have stepped through a loop in time. Grab a beer, take a walk on the beach and listen to the rock and roll emanating from the beach bars. Peek inside and you might see a gang of grey haired rockers strumming to the beat of their youth or perhaps a youngster or two playing back into time. Nonetheless the music plays on and the aarp gang bounces along with boundless energy.

My favorite step back in time is the old Volkswagen beetles that line the streets . They chug along to the rattle of the cobblestones and the strain of the engines and bring back strong memories of the seventies.  The best part though is the kaleidoscope of colors they create. Maybe one sees the original red body, but a new fender from the junk yard and hood from one of uncle Che's no longer running ,but still useful old bugs.  Don't bother with repainting or making it blend....it works fine as is and lends just one more touch of art to the streets of Mazatlan . Perhaps the best part is the nostalgia it brings to all us old rockers .....hanging ten or loosing ourselves to the beach music, or maybe just cruising around in that beetle, breeze flowing through the hair, music blaring from the radio and ,perhaps , headed to a beach bar.  What was I thinking having mine be all the same color?  Oh the art to be had....if only I knew.