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   Kingston's Spanish-language infrastructure
Friday, February 11 2005
I spent most of the day at Sharon, Connecticut radio station dissipating an accumulation of computer trouble that had accumulated since my last visit. I do this work in exchange for advertising, though I've only definitively gotten one client from my radio advertising. The biggest triumph of today was the resuscitation of an old 200 MHz Pentium machine running Windows 98. It couldn't boot from a CD and, under the best of circumstances, could only boot into safe mode. I managed to fix it by deleting all the most-recently-modified files in c:\windows and c:\windows\system. I've found that such deletions are often the quickest path to restored computer health. This is because it's always the latest crap altering the operating system that causes a computer to stop functioning.

This evening Gretchen and I went out to eat at La Pupuseria with our friends from Tillson, the ones who used to live in a meat locker here on Dug Hill Road. Recently Ms. Tillson was hired as a therapist by a concern that will actually be paying her full benefits, and this has caused her to give notice at her current part-time employer, a drug-rehab boot camp two miles down Dug Hill Road. Aside from us, the last of their Dug Hill associations will soon be severed.
Towards the end of our meal, a gentleman at the bar ordered a round of drinks for those of us at our table. Our benefactor's name was Javier, a Mexican who works in the kitchen at the Ugly Gus Café. He's lived in the United States for six years now yet his English is actually worse than our Spanish. This is, Gretchen later noted, an indication of the strong Spanish-language infrastructure of Kingston. If Javier needed to speak English to survive in this town, he would have been speaking it fluently years ago.

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