Don’t say you weren’t warned. Just when you felt like breathing a little easier with the special day for the sainted patron of the village accomplished, the blare of the snare drums, Souza-phone, trumpet and clarinet of the neighborhood band is back on the street.

The wizardry of the internet is really the stuff of fairy tales. We sit at a little machine in our own home (or even on the bus or, God forbid, when we’re driving) and put ourselves in touch with virtually the whole world. Most of the information I receive to fill out the columns I write each week comes to me in email form. It’s terrific.

Happy holidays

As much as I’d like to ignore the whole thing, the fact is the holidays are upon us. No. I don’t mean good ol’ Thanksgiving and Christmas (though sooner or later they have to be dealt with, too) but those favorites of all who live in this village: Revolution Day followed by nine days of homage to the town patron saint, San Andres.