You know your day is off to a rough start when the sky looks like the horizon in Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road” and the Twitter dude who calls himself Zozobra announces he has hired you as his press secretary. As I said in earlier responses on Twitter to @Old_Man_Gloom, water man @jfleck and others, the …
After reading this morning that there is such a thing in the City Different as a blue corn lavender doughnut, the closest thing I could come up with for breakfast was a Santa Fe bagel.
(First posted March 12, 2015. This year’s Father’s Day post — “Rain in the Pecos for Father’s Day” — is just below this Canyon Road story). My father and I were standing in what we used to call Percy’s Field, a brushy couple of acres that ran from Canyon Road down to the Santa Fe …
A hundred decisions during my 65 years led to me stay in New Mexico. But it started with blue sky, red earth and the brush of the wind through the piñons. I first lived in Las Vegas, New Mexico, after a Norman Rockwell start in central Ohio. Then it was a brief stay in stolid …
It takes a long time to clear your head of election-year crud. You’re like a hard-pushed car engine with fouled plugs, oil change long overdue. I awoke twice last night with nightmares about imagined newspaper mistakes. But I am hoping my mind can return to it’s briefly euphoric state just before nodding off on Nov. …
Question: How many Santa Feans does it take to change a light bulb? Answer: Three. One to change the bulb and two to step back and say how good things used to look.
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