The last thing I read last night, sitting up late, waiting out the wind, was Larry Calloway’s account of his trip with a daughter to Mississippi. He called it “A Tale of Two Stairways.” The superficial reason for the title was his discussion of two circular staircases. But Larry usually climbs higher. The staircases both …
Watching Gov. Susana Martinez’s angry-seeming vetoes as the Legislature tumbles toward an unhappy end, I am reminded that Gov. Bruce King could turn a rodeo into a pet show. It was no accident that the late “cowboy governor” called the state’s 112 lawmakers his “board of directors.” Of course, King, unlike Martinez, had been one …
After wrestling with life-and-death questions involving bacon, the Good Friday pilgrimage to Chimayo and the opening of the Trinity atomic bomb test site, I chose Cheerios for breakfast the other morning and felt righteous until my worst blood sugar crash since Larry Calloway and I encountered space aliens deep in the San Juan Mountains. Today, …
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