To Mexico with gratitude for taking in my father Leslie as an immigrant refugee from the colonialist/racist Churchill, and giving him a life, after which his brother Jim came, and Mexico accepted him too, and together the brothers made fabrics, and Jim married the Otomi beauty Nieves Orozco, and then my mother Doris came and married Leslie in Taxco, and they made many more fabrics, and then aunt Nieves became the face of Mexico. Happy Cinco de Mayo. I owe Mexico my life.
