Sometimes it takes a goddamn buffalo. In this case, buffalo tenderloin. That was my birthday dinner Saturday night in an open patio setting that was pure old Taos. It really was disgustingly nice. We walked there from several blocks away along a route we knew from living in a condo once upon a time. There’s [...]
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The SPACE…
Via a series of 15 mph switchbacks, we’d just come over the rim of the Valles Caldera at 9,100 ft. A few more curves, and the road dropped into the Valle Grande. The broad flat valley is protected and shelters a considerable number of elk. I stopped at the first place I could. This was [...]
Rainbow City around here
It’s my birthday again (August 9th) and something’s different this time. I’m just pumped in a bizarre new way. It started a few days ago, and I wouldn’t embarrass myself like this if it weren’t true. There’s powerful good medicine in the air. Like fear took a vacation. Like I’ve been granted grace to not [...]
AT-6 Texans in the background. Sunny Texas skies. Pearl Harbor hasn’t happened yet.
This is probably my favorite photo of him, taken at Randolph Field, San Antonio, Texas on his birthday in 1941. He doesn’t have his wings yet but he will just five months later, when he married my mother and it all began. That’s a 23-year-old Officer Candidate School flight cadet you’re looking at, and Jesus, [...]
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