And they go by fast.
And they go by fast.
I am 99 percent convinced now that there is not a novel in me, or at least that I am not capable of producing one. I’ve started enough of them to know that I quickly lose interest and, even if I could carry one through, know I probably would be embarrassed by the result. This …
This morning’s wildfire smoke started me thinking about our last big snow. It was December 2006 and it was a whopper for the upper Middle Rio Grande. A record-setting 11.3 inches landed on the airport in Albuquerque. We got close to a couple of feet up here in Placitas. That is my late dog Cooper …
