Live from the jungles of Mexico, the adventures of Bill
Solo Vino (came alone) originally watched warily from the forest as we built my house. I suspect that his fear of people came from a rough history. Each day he came a little closer, especially when food was offered. After many months I sent him to live with my contractor in town but, after the third time he found his way five miles back to my house, I took it as a vote to join the family. Solo was street-wise and never backed down from a confrontation, but was always tranquilo when unprovoked. He died after a brief illness in May 2012. He will be missed by all who knew him.