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Blog Posts about New Mexico
Dancing, Again
I will dance—we will dance—as long as we have feet and legs under us, and that is all that matters.
Sweet Tarts For My Sweethearts
It has been difficult, all these years, for me to say, “My teacher,” to accept with gratitude and a degree of humility that I have more to learn, and that when I’m ready to learn, the teacher will appear. Now it has happened.
Distinction
It doesn’t matter where the airports are in the U.S.-other countries are different-or how large or how small because since nine eleven (I spell it out to make its strangeness visible), we are all under the rule of fear.
Fighting Inertia
I’m fighting a sense of angry uselessness brought on by a couple of recent setbacks, both here and in the nation at large.
Dog Day – And Night
My dear little dog Rose, a British Staffordshire Bull Terrier who has been my constant companion for twelve years since the times I carried her on walks as a tiny puppy in a baby sling has just endured her first physical pain.
Valentine’s Day After The Fact
My newspaper of choice is the Las Vegas Optic, a thrice a week little dandy that manages somehow to keep up the brio we used to expect from all newspapers.
“Doc”
I’ve lived in the mountains outside of Santa Fe for a couple of decades now, and for nearly that entire time, I’ve been picking up Doc when I see him hitching a ride along the road to town. Doc is not your typical homeless man, if there is such a thing.
They Can Do It — Lamy, N.M.
The meeting in Lamy this afternoon was not about losing our train—although I hope in the future that will be addressed—but about the plan, discovered by accident a week ago when workmen began to lay a concrete pad near the train station (there was no state, county or federal oversight, no permits required because of the special status the railroads hold here) where Pacer Oil Company of Farmington, New Mexico is planning to built a depot for the deposit of twenty-five to fifty double-tanker-trailer loads of crude oil weekly, to wait for shipment on tanker cars that somehow can travel on tracks that are unsafe for passenger trains.
After Waiting A Long Time
After waiting a long time, years in fact, I was finally able to buy two tickets to Robert Mirabal’s performance here in Santa Fe, at the old Canyon Road restaurant and bar, El Farol.