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The Gorgona Co-Operative was founded on December 15, 1997 by Mr. Dagoberto Torrero Gaona, a native to Cocle Province. Gaona belonged to the Farallón Fishing Cooperative, near Decameron. “Working as a fisherman in Farrallón, I had occasion to visit with the Gorgona fishermen. I realized their work life was difficult and the prices they were receiving for their catches were very low. So I decided to help them.”

Having grown up in the scholastic town of Princeton, New Jersey people invariably assume I attended Princeton University. When they find out that I did not attend Princeton, they appear deceived and put off, as if somehow I was trying to pull a fast one. That is usually followed by the question, “well why didn’t you?” which makes my not going to Princeton seem like the stupidest mistake of my life.

On the elevator, I saw a man speaking into what looked like a thin cell phone. “Try and copy SCT lists for Monday” he said, as if noting it to himself for a playback at a later date. I found myself curious, not only as to what exactly these SCT lists might be, and why he might be trying to copy them, but also what that little device was and how I might go about acquiring one.

The low season in Panama appears to have taken on new meaning, as almost every other day a new group gets depressed and goes on strike. They’ll block the streets and stop up traffic wearing ragtag uniforms and waving large flags as if to say, my protest is worse than yours.

“Talking to strangers is bad” my parents used to say, “because there are predators out there and they might try to nab you.” I found myself often drawing up on sketch pads what these so-called predators might look like and then trying, at all costs, to stay away from anything that fit the part. People in wheelchairs and people with skin diseases were automatically out and strangers for me were purely associated with bad things like kidnapping and bank robberies and poisoned Pez candy.

There is of course the Panama of postcards: shiny skyscrapers, remarkable beaches, and can’t-lose real estate deals that appear to be hanging on every branch. All very attractive and well worth the visit, if you like that sort of thing.

Dearest Panama,

At first I was fearful it was to be a short affair, one fueled by physical attraction and the cockeyed passion of a jilted lover on the rebound. ‘Tis true I was scorned by another (her name: Costa Rica). But years on, I find myself still frighteningly bound by your grip, unable to even ponder another. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:

They're pretty fantastic, if you ask me. Maybe they're not as beautiful as the legendary lovelies of Colombia, Venezuela or even Argentina...but they're darn cute. Panama is an incredibly diverse culture, and the wide variety of ethnicities and mixed ancestries makes for some very interesting looking women. If you like women...and what man doesn't, you'll like Panama.

I sat at Hotel El Panama in the open-air lobby under the frawns of a droopy palm tree and looked hopelessly at my watch. When you're waiting alone for someone in a public place, it is easy to look like a loser and I was getting just that vibe from a gaggle of American tourists gathered beside me who, as a group, eyed me with pity as if to say, “At least we have each other.”

Walking out of my apartment the other day I saw one of the regular hobos who sift through the dead motherboards and soiled linens and dried out fish heads that most people call trash. To the public, these things are past their prime and are not worth the space they take up anymore. To this hobo though, the stuff is cool. I was sort of envious of the man, as he fished around in a garbage bag–one which I recognized as my own—as he pulled out one thing after another. Broken alarm clock, used up razor blades, batman blow-up doll with air leakage problem. He didn't look at the things as garbage though. No, he looked at them with optimism. He looked at them the same way a football coach might look at the scrub of the team, as if to say, I could make something out of you.