When the counter is full at the Range in Bernalillo, I’m glad I live in a place where I can point the truck north on old 66 to Abuelita’s or Twisters, near the route of Coronado and homes of Puebloans who were already there, then east toward Placitas where Las Huertas Creek runs from a …
I am long past sentimentality and fart jokes, so I decided to make a pot of pinto beans for my birthday. My peace-seeking strategy for turning 73 this month is to lie low, monitor reality with history and news and hope that no one in my orbit kicks the bucket anytime soon. I have beef …
Bird-watching Cloud-watching Cowboy-watching (And L to R, he is watching: Hoka, popsicle, free-roaming horse down in the arroyo). Sunrise-watching Sunset-watching Beans-watching TV-watching Just watching
“The Doughnuts,” about a boy and a doughnut machine gone wild, has always been my favorite Homer Price story and today I brought it home. I don’t know how old Homer was when the doughnut machine showed up in his life. I think Robert McCloskey wrote and illustrated the story for publication in 1943. I …
Fame did not come as I wanted. Jim Belshaw, retired Albuquerque Journal columnist, early riser and waste-no-time emailer, dinged me at 6:09 a.m. Sunday after seeing my name attached to a comment in the New York Times. “Is this you?” he demanded, ever the no-nonsense newsman. In my waking haze, I realized he was grilling …
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