Oct 25, 2000
By DAN LEETH
Special to The Sun
SAN CARLOS, Sonora, Mexico -- One hectic morning, my car acknowledged the turn of the key with a torpid whimper.
Its feeble groans cranked into cold silence. At that moment, for perhaps the first time in my life, I empathized
with an inanimate object. I, too, felt drained.
The telephone brought us both relief. The auto club gave a jump-start, and my travel agent suggested Mexico.
"No cliff divers, love boaters or raucous bars named Senor Amphibian," I requested. "I want simply
surf, sand and solitude."
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