Which Reminds Me

During the five years of our second term in El Salvador, which includes the time that I attended high school, we lived in a house on Calle Los Cedros, which means the Street of the Cedars, not to be confused with the Cederbloms who were living at that time in Panama. Of them not much is known, just that Panama must have been a boring place to live. Some of the most dreary people I ever met lived in Panama so obviously we were not missing anything important by never going there.