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Tuesday-March 08, 2005 (MEXICO): Sour milk churned in the air and cows were roaming freely across the desert plain. This was Mexico alright! I knew it the moment I tried to cross the street in my car and I saw a bunch of people grouped around this one person dressed all in oddly out of place casual wear. Oh! Yeah, it was David Letterman. What was I thinking? Who else would it be? It surely wasn't the President. And as far as I know it wasn't the Pope. Yeah. It was Letterman alright.
     I approached him, "Hey, Letterman..."
     "Yeah?" he replied."
     "Okay, so what are you doing in Mexico? I mean... I took a wrong turn, but what's your excuse?"
     "I'm just kicking it. I'm loco." Replied Letterman. Hey... so either he was calling himself 'crazy' in Spanish or one of the locals he was hanging around with told him that loco was his name in their language. I realized it was the second once he began, "Loco Letterman. El Loco Letterman." Okay... ahh. A little odd, wouldn't you say?
     ...so, I asked Letterman, "Hey, don't you have a show today?"
     He concourred, "Yeah. Of course I do." Then he pointed across the street revealing a stage. "See, right over there!" hmm... all I saw were boards and a broken stop sign. I turned back around just in time to catch Letterman drinking water from the sidewalk. I was told once to never drink the water in Mexico, and, I was also told a different time to never walk on a Mexico sidewalk. Just then, David Letterman turned to me to say, "Hey aren't you late?" Wow! I was. That's just about the time my alarm went off.