A Hapsburg, LeBron and Martha Stewart Walk Into A Bar…

Carles Puyol (right) who looks like he just stepped out of a Hapsburg family portrait, heads Spain into the World Cup Final. As a descendant of the Hapsburg’s, Puyol will be looking for some payback by cracking some skulls against the Netherlands on Sunday

My guess is that since LeBron James missed not having a signing day presser coming out of high school, he’s making up for lost time with “The Decision”. Great column on the LeBron “saga” that  mercifully ends tonight.

When the folks at NASA aren’t trying to reach out to the Muslim world, they’re conducting valuable research.

Forget Wife Swap, how ’bout an old-fashioned spy swap? Makes me want to re-read The Cardinal of the Kremlin.

So now these “elites” will become embittered and “cling to martini glasses or environmentalism or antipathy towards people who don’t think like them or anti-American sentiment or anti-capitalism sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.” Right POTUS?

Unbelievable pictures of Monterrey in the aftermath of Hurricane Alex.

Holy poncho Batman! Martha Stewart had lengua, easily the most underrated “cut” of beef.

Caught this on PBS last night, I might or might not have almost shed a tear because of Jackie’s courage in the face of such bitter hatred.

[Photo Credit: Stuart Franklin/Getty Images Europe]

Innocence Lost

It has not gone unnoticed that a large number of my well-to-do countrymen and women head north and flock to the Houston-area to hit the local malls.

Particularly the Galleria and its country bumpkin cousin, Katy Mills. Here is a shot of the world-famous Katy Mills carousel:

Katy Mills

[Pic source: Kid Pop Houston]

They come from all over my native land, from México City to Monterrey. It is quite easy to spot them because,

  1. They’re the only ‘weirdos’ who are walking the mall as a family
  2. They’re the only Mexicans who aren’t all choloed up

Never in a million years would I have imagined that any of the niñas fresas buying overpriced clothes would ever attempt to smuggle blow on their way to the happy shopping grounds.

Yet, there is this story:
Smugglers turn to affluent women as drug ‘mulas’

Here is how the piece opens up:

Three striking sisters, women in their 20s from the Mexican metropolis of Monterrey, were riding in the back of a late-model minivan with friends toward the shopping malls of Houston, when a Laredo customs agent noticed something out of place.

Next time I hit the ‘Mills’, it will be difficult to look at my money-dropping paisanos without thinking of this story.

Oh, innocence lost!