San Miguel de Allende, Uncategorized, Writings

Welcome to Wally’s World

Wallace George Hawkins

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I’d like you to meet Wally, full name Wallace George Hawkins. He was born on Saturday at 6:54 p.m. in Kaiser Hospital, San Diego, weighing in at 7 pounds, 12 ounces.

Mother, Larisa, and father, Ryan, are as over the moon — as we are!

Wally and parents were home by Sunday evening and Wally got to meet his big brother, Augie.

Ryan is my second-oldest son, born between Brendan and Christopher. Wally joins three grandsons — Brody (Brendan and Cami), Tallac (Chris and Katie), and of course big brother, Augie (pictured above).

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As one of eight brothers and one sister, to me the production of sons and grandsons seems a foregone conclusion although some of my brothers and their wives, somehow, have brought daughters into this world.

There is nothing like a new-born baby to remind you of how unique, amazing and beautiful is every child. This has to be my all-time favorite miracle available on this planet.

Rose Alcantara and I are so filled with joy.

Rose right away suggested sending flowers and naturally found just the right bouquet on Amazon. I think they are arriving today (Tuesday). Say what you will, this is an amazing world.

I bought a second gift for the family — a non-contact, infrared, instant-read thermometer — bundled with 50 disposable face masks. Just seems like a gift for these days, especially with the inevitable number of visitors they will likely get.

Now comes the tricky part: how to schedule a visit to meet Wally in person in this wild and crazy Covid world. I’m looking forward to crossing at Tijuana and isolating for two weeks in San Diego before Wally and I get to hang out.

It makes sense, too, once “certified” COVID-free, to drive to Northern California to visit with Brody and Tallac and their parents while already in the States.

Not the family reunion we were all talking about at the beginning of the year but this is love and joy and family in the new reality.

Whatever it takes. I’m ok with it.

Rants and raves, San Miguel de Allende, The Log, Writings

The Log for June 2: Binging on depressing podcasts, ‘Space Force,’ and my own House Hunters Int. drinking game. And your day?

IMG_1832LOOK UP IN THE AIR! IT’S CLUELESS MAN!: Took Moppit for her morning walk and I must say, there are far, far, more people with masks on than without. Are morning people more considerate of their own health and that of others?

I wouldn’t know since I usually take the evening walk but yesterday a woman was mugged two blocks over and I immediately went into Superman mode.

“I’ll walk Moppit in the morning,” I said. “It isn’t safe out there. You can go running if you like. You can outrun most anybody that would mug you. Can’t do it with a little dog on a leash.” Continue reading

Rants and raves, San Miguel de Allende

The Log: May 3 — Media keep asking the rich & famous how they are ‘coping.’ Who cares?



# 1 WATCHED: “CBS Sunday Morning” — It must be crazy hard to put together a news/variety TV program in the Time of Pandemic but CBS does a very good job with “Sunday Morning.”

They tend to interview a lot of celebrities, artists, and actors which is fine. That’s probably what people want to see on Sunday mornings with their coffee and bagels.

But they — like a lot of other TV shows — have got to stop asking these people how they are getting on. It is obvious when you look at their surroundings that they are doing just fine — though they all miss the attention. But the answers are the ones you’d expect from a working class family in a single-room walkup with no electricity: Stuff like “making do” and “hunkering down.” Continue reading

Rants and raves, San Miguel de Allende, Writings

The Log: April 30 — A ‘Wine’ pairing, vivid dreams, dreams that came true, and dream on


#1 DREAMS COME TRUE:  Buonforno’s coffee & pastry shop is one of our favorite places in San Miguel de Allende. Easily the best coffee and croissants you’ll find anywhere in town. And the breads! Exceptional. But the owners and staff are what put this shop over the top. It was understandable but sad when they closed.

This morning when I woke up, there on the stool beside my bed was a plate with a Buonforno almond croissant, a pistachio cinnamon bun, and a cup of their coffee.

How could this be? Continue reading

Memoirs -- fact and fiction, San Miguel de Allende, Writings

When your kids hand you a slice of home-made ‘American Pie,’ devour it with delight

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A scene from Ambergris Cay, Belize, on Easter morning, 2015. The building on stilts is called “The Wedding Shack.”  At one time, newlyweds were rowed out there and abandoned until they consummated their marriage — or ran out of champagne.

It is not every year that a man turns 70, especially in a year when a global contagion seems to be targeting his demographic with the determination of an avenging angel.

Virus or no virus, I never expected to see this day. In truth, I never expected to see 30, or 40, or … well, you get the picture. I’ve always had this premonition, like a renewable annuity, that this decade or the next could very well be my last. Continue reading

San Miguel de Allende

A guest video blogger offers a fresh look at San Miguel … and our home


My guest video blogger Caira Button is the Catrina on the right. Her lovely assistant is Catrina Rose Alcantara. Facial art is by our talented friend and neighbor Jimmy Hickey.

Good news, Musings & Magic fans, we have a guest blogger today!

A guest VIDEO blogger.

Let me introduce Caira Button, daughter of my dear wife, Rose Alcantara, and an accomplished video blogger who lives in Chicago. Continue reading

San Miguel de Allende

What else would you do after having your face painted but mount horses and ride into the sunset?

IMG_8644 (1)Our downstairs neighbor Jimmy Hickey painted Rose and Caira for Dia de Muertos on Saturday (last day of a three-day observance.)

Jimmy favors the more-colorful “sugar skull” Catrina look, rather than the scarier black-and-white skulls. I think it works with these two!

We’re blessed to have such creative neighbors! Jimmy and his wife, Gina Bradley, both worked in the animation industry. He was an artist and she was a production manager, most recently called out of retirement by Disney to work on “Frozen II.” Jimmy worked for Hanna-Barbera, Pixar and a lot of freelance animation. Continue reading

San Miguel de Allende

Faces in the crowd – and a guy with a duck – in San Miguel de Allende on Dia de Muertos

Walking around San Miguel de Allende — or probably most anywhere in Mexico — is a bit surreal today.  And magical. And joyful. And curious. And beautiful. And heartwarming.

¡Feliz Dia de Muertos!

Catrinas and Catrines are everywhere. Not in the eye-popping costuming they’ll wear tonight as they parade about town. No, this afternoon the town was filled with skeletons walking around in shorts and t-shirts, school uniforms — you know extraordinary faces in ordinary clothes. Continue reading

Memoirs -- fact and fiction, San Miguel de Allende, Uncategorized

My mythical past


A friend came over to dinner the other night and we subsequently discovered that her mother’s family and I share the same last name: Hawkins.

It happens.

I also share the same last name with a number of terrific athletes, musicians, and celebrities going back to the great basketball player Connie Hawkins.

In fact, if you go to, there is a list called “Famous People With the Last Name Hawkins.”

I am not on it. Continue reading

San Miguel de Allende, Uncategorized

When family ties are stronger than country, love finds a way home


Omar Rogel and Alena Orwin and their family, shortly after being reunited in San Miguel de Allende. Omar grew up in the United States but was deported in late 2018. He was three years old when he first arrived in the U.S.

Sometimes stories need to be told over and over again, stories in which bad things happen to good people but they persevere, they stay strong, and they keep the faith — and in the end, they win.

If you can call being driven from the country you love “winning.

Make no mistake, Omar Rogel and Alena Orwin love the United States. Or did. I’m not sure how they feel now.

Alena was born in the U.S. Omar was not. But it is really the only country he has ever known.

You knew this was coming. Omar was brought to the U.S. when he was three years old.


He grew up there. He was educated there. He earned an honest living there. He made friends. He married Alena there and they were raising three beautiful children.

Behind all this, Omar tried hard to become an actual citizen, not just a de facto one.

Last September, Omar was called in by ICE for a “meeting.” He and Alena were excited. At last, they thought, citizenship. Immigration put Omar in cuffs and deported him to Mexico. He barely got to say goodbye to his wife and children, or friends or family.

According to Atlanta’s TV station 11Alive an ICE spokesperson said, “Mr. Rogel-Brito was ordered removed from the U.S. by a federal immigration judge in 2016, and the courts subsequently denied two appeals in January 2017 and December 2017.”

ICE also pointed out that Omar also has misdemeanor convictions for trespass, disorderly conduct, and obstruction of an officer.


As if some misdemeanors justified ripping a good family apart. In the U.S. we elect felony perverts to high office and give them daytime privileges while they do vacation time in resort prisons.


Omar had, I think, the good fortune to end up in San Miguel de Allende. I say “good fortune” because when you grow up in the U.S., San Miguel is about the friendliest halfway house to assimilation back into the Mexican culture that you can hope to find.

Omar found a home in San Miguel and employment as a teacher of English to young students.

Alena, meanwhile, kept the family together in Atlanta. She tried to get her husband’s deportation overruled. They shared birthdays and special events over Skype and Facetime and other social media.

Eventually, a hard choice was made — family is more important than country. Alena and the kids decided to move to Mexico to be with the husband and father they all love.

Alena had never been to Mexico and her children can not speak Spanish.

How terrifying that must be.

They arrived Wednesday in Queretaro. The airport was filled with hugs and tears and screams of joy, according to my friend John Bohnel, who was there.

Somewhere, John had heard about Omar and his story and decided, as John often does, that he would make a positive difference in this family’s life. John’s a guy from Jersey with a big heart and a well-defined sense of indignation when he sees injustice.

John immediately saw the inherent cruelty in Omar’s and Alena’s story. He felt shame for his own country, as does everyone who has heard this story.

Wednesday was also John’s birthday but he’d postponed the celebration for a day. On Thursday, John threw a “surprise party” at the house of his friends Scott Simmons and Cathy Taylor and he insisted that Omar and Alena and the kids be there to make new friends. He wanted to turn his birthday celebration into a Welcome to SMA Party.

Which is exactly what happened. Omar and Alena damn near got hugged to death by John’s friends, Rose and myself included. They are easy to like and everybody is anxious for them to have a beautiful future in San Miguel. The kids got to play with Cathy’s pet turtle and her big fat old cuddly rabbit.

The artist Efrain Gonzalez showed up and he brought the musician Yaya Fuentes who performed on a Swiss steel drum called a Hang and sang a mesmerizing tune in Sanskrit. Efrain also brought a large painting of an angelic little girl that he just completed, inspired by a photograph taken recently by John Bohnel.

Efrain’s idea was to put the picture online and auction it off to raise money for San Miguel’s newest immigrant family. Something to help them get started.

A group at the party pooled the contents of their wallets and enough money was raised to outbid any possible contenders in an online auction. In the joy and confusion, I gathered that the painting would go to Omar and Alena, maybe go to the Biblioteca public library, or maybe even be auctioned off again.

Anyhow, generosity and love and giant slices of birthday cake were fueling an incredible high the other afternoon.

For Omar and Alena and their children, there is hard work ahead. San Miguel is pretty amazing but it is not Atlanta. There is a lot of new culture to be assimilated. And Spanish, the kids will be learning Spanish and that is a little daunting to them right now.

There are the less tangible things too — the loss of home and friends and family in Atlanta, the abuse at the hands of authority, the trauma of separation, the feeling of imbalance and displacement. All this will be dealt with in time.

As Alena has said through it all, “One step, one day at a time.”

This story was written in July 2019.

Three variations on a teaser for video documentary about Omar and Alena:

  1. “One day you are living the American Dream — a great job, a beautiful family, a stake in the community. Suddenly you are being uncuffed by ICE agents at the Mexican border and told to keep walking. South. Omar Rogel and his family are lucky. They turned this tragedy into a beautiful new life, but one that will likely never again include the country that was the only home they ever knew.”
  2. “Children are being ripped from the arms of their parents when they cross into the United States.  But did you know that whole families in the U.S. are being ripped apart, too? Here’s what happened to one family of five when the father, a U.S. resident since he was 3 years old, was deported to Mexico. Not all stories end as well as this one.”
  3. “Omar came to the U.S. with his family when he was three years old. For 33 years he lived the American dream — athlete, honors student, father, employee, pillar of his community. That didn’t stop ICE from arresting him like a criminal and deporting him to Mexico. “