The Knights of Columbus are alive and well in San Miguel...



...except here, they are called the Caballeros de Colón.

God, what a great name—redolent of mustachioed men in capes and flat hats, galloping through fields of cacti.

But whenever I see this sign, the romantic image quickly dissipates as I recall the old song I learned in college:

I am a gay caballero,
Traveling to Rio de Janeiro.
And I carry with me,
My bom-bom-badee,
And both of my bom-bom-baderos...

Sad, isn't it, that some people never grow up.