Don’t cry for me Argentina, the truth is I never left you …
We are in Buenos Aires and soon to return home. I don’t normally use the blog for travelogue purposes, but this seems appropriate. While here we visited the La Recoleta Cemetery, a place where wealthy people are entombed. It is perhaps a thousand crypts, all elaborate beyond the pale. One of them is for the Duarte family and is said to house the body of Eva Perón, or Evita. The words from the song above are oddly a statement of fact, truth hidden in plain sight. Eva Perón did not die in 1952.
On plaques at the tomb I was able to calculate her age of death as 30, July 26, 1952. 7/26 is a spook number, adding up to both 8 and 33, but I thought perhaps a death at age 30 might be real. Later I learned that her real age at death was also 33, that she or someone had forged her birth certificate to give her credentials as a Duarte, also making her three years younger in the process.

In Montana there were four “major” (by Montana standards) newspapers in the state in the time of Joseph Kinsey Howard (1906-1951): The Billings Gazette, The Missoulian, the (Butte) Montana Standard, and the Helena Independent Record. They were collectively known as the “Copper Collar,” since they were owned by Anaconda Copper. That company operated the Berkeley Pit in Butte, one of the largest copper mines in North America.

From there we go to Buenes Aires and further up north to view Iguazu Falls, which I like to think of as Niagara Falls times seven. Of course we’ll have Internet in various places, but I don’t like using the blog as a travelogue, so will not be writing about where we are that day or what we had for lunch.
