Congas pounded a bright primitive spirit into the mystic rural night, offering a pure gift of music as Carlos Santana stepped into the light and played his first magical note that took us back to the garden. Woodstock’s fundamental lesson remains alive and well: live in harmony or conflict and die one day either way. […]
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Take a few seconds to look at the photograph that accompanies this column. Baby Anthony, a beautiful one-year-old American citizen, is a descendant of Mexican immigrants, one of countless innocent children upon whom we depend to guide us into the future. In “Blood Red Syrah,” I describe Mexican-American children just like him, wonderful, loving children […]
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