Boy was I wrong. Not about Starbucks in Santa Fe. On a quiet day you can hear that Starbucks suck all the way in Oklahoma. No, I was wrong about that shop being the only coffee joint located near the Plaza of downtown Santa Fe……..
Evening was just about to come on when the sun burst forth and blasted the side of the La Fonda Hotel with brilliant light. The snow, the people, the sun, the buildings, all of it making things appear like there were a hundred or more years ago……
Really early Sunday morning. The snow came down in the night and I awoke with surprise. The heavy soft blanket is everywhere and treacherously beautiful, as the snow removal equipment owned by Santa Fe……
I walked out to see how the snow was doing. A lot of it seems to be evaporating right into the air. I walked up the sidewalk toward the Catholic Church at the top of San Francisco and then turned to look behind me……
John Tittle and his friend Coaster. John wears his shoes without laces because he says they don’t return your laces when they let you out of the ‘facility’ when they pick you up for not having enough money on some nights. Hmmm……..
What is it about dogs and me in Santa Fe? Now here’s a dog that was laying down this morning and waiting for its owner to wake from street side sleep on San Francisco just across from the main Plaza
Downtown Subscription, the coffee shop I almost got thrown out of last visit, but fled when I saw it coming (for discussing whether ISIS and Al Qaida really exist, too loudly). The place is thronged, as it’s about the only coffee shop left in town……..
Berghoffs. Concourse C. Gate 21. United Awful Airlines. Waiting. Salvio gets us all into the Christmas spirit by putting up the decorations, laughing a lot while singing the strangest Spanish version of Silent Night I’ve ever heard…..
Hicks, country folk, rural people. Have you been to the outback of America and really circulated and spent some time with the locals who don’t often venture into the larger urban areas
The application of intellect. The public cannot be brought into the light unless it can be made to understand and observe what light is. At one time most of the world depended upon systems of hands on education to accomplish….
The hike was not a real challenge. Though it would’ve been impossible without his mom’s last gift; the special aluminum snowshoes. Thomas floated across the top of the pure white surface, even though his backpack weighed more than half as much as his own ninety pounds…….
Did you really think that some of the population, mostly those that possess most everything, would ever be willing to part with some of what they’ve got? Origins of possession mean nothing at the top end……
Like Me? Does it Matter And how does Facebook play into this? Facebook is not about you talking back and forth to lots of people. That is the way it started but then the people who own and operate Facebook met with the bean counters and figures something out……
I love Sunday morning. I used to love going to Catholic Mass every Sunday morning when I was very young. I used to love to look at the girls and women who got all dolled up…
Yeah, I know that the phrase came out of Chicago from the police there and it was all about the traffic and congestion mess associated with day after Thanksgiving shopping. Now, it’s not such a negative thing, except for some of us……
Deer hunting season from the 21st of this month until the 29th. They’ll kill 200,000 deer before the 30th. Whatever. The deer have figured out over the years that they need to go ……
It was late December, and the Santa Fe River was little more than a half-frozen stream. Darby sat down between the water and a large lump of rumpled brown cloth that contained his friend Albert.
Thanksgiving morning. Thanksgiving day. Thanksgiving day parade. There are no notables I recognize in the booth in front of the parade on television anymore……
As the Thanksgiving Holiday approaches. Two turkeys, as is the custom here in my surroundings every year. One turkey done in the oven with regular stuffing and cooked at 350 degrees until done. Well basted……Second turkey?????
“Settling in for the Winter” November 20, 2015 The land abides and waits the welcome covering of snow to sprinkle down on all fall debris, farm distributed dust from late harvest and all manner of accumulated summer related discards.
Is being Kind Normal?
How do we find it somehow in our best interest to be kind?
Is it the coming wintery storm making me so deeply reflective this evening? How do we make it so that compassion, understanding and generosity become the normal staple ruling all communication and conduct……..
The first blizzard of the winter strikes deep into the heart of Santa Fe. The snow came down for hours, dumping an unexpected six inches on the city and making everyone (except people from Wisconsin and other northern states) skate for cover and the pinon-fired indoors……..
Monday Morning, Santa Fe New Mexico. It can’t always be nice. If it was always nice then we would have little real appreciation for it being nice at all. So I am sitting here waiting for a break in the rain to go to breakfast…….
Here’s a very typical New Mexico breakfast. You simply order the breakfast burrito with green chile and wait for the results. Then you eat it and wait for the results. This one was served at the Plaza Restaurant for ten bucks not including coffee……..
Saturday 8:45 AM, Santa Fe, New Mexico The clock on the wall in the Plaza Restaurant in the center of Santa Fe, New Mexico, the loveliest capital city in America by far. A real beating heart, the central plaza. Real native adobe architecture and construction styling. Nothing in the city is taller than the church steeples…..
Santa Fe Friday Morning Cold but hard driven sun, enough to make you wear something light but warm and then too warm and not light enough. Layers are fine as long as you don’t have to carry the cast off layers around with you……….
It wasn’t my war, Not that stuff going on, Not where it is or where it was.
It’s not my war, Not now and over there, For me it was right here………..
It’s twenty-eight in Ulaan Baatar this day, And it’ll be ten tonight. Mongolia bridge, no bridge at all, Leather tents gone…….
Taconite moving atop the waves, Lackawanna bound with iron ore pellets, Marble sphere strewn heaving decks.Guantanamara plays lost revolution…..
The speed of life, Light moving maximum, Quantum travel, Reality through the mind. The speed of life, Quantum theory, Quantum physics,
Causality’s measure misunderstood……
Magnolia,Lobos Marinos,Flowering sea wolves. Cabrillo, Capistrano, Avenues of cheese. The roads, Names in my life, Meaning of my world…..
Light bouncy bright, I don’t even drink, But I make believe.
Drugs and booze…..
4:00 a.m. slammed down like a guillotine blade; bringing Arch’s eyes open to full wideness with a jerk, his head swinging up off his pillow to stare at the now open bedroom door. The door swung back toward the frame. It had been the sound of the old solid wood slab hitting drywall
Arch rose at six a.m. on Monday morning. No phone call awakened him. The second day hangover, easing only slightly after the first brutal day, following his post-mission bender, had brought him unwillingly awake.
Arch Patton can be a humorous character and this narration brings out a bit of his true colors. Being an Intelligence officer does not always mean just that.
Arch Patton is assigned to a seemingly simple assignment by headquarters in Langley. An exchange turns a bit sour half way up Cotopaxi……
The road from downtown Quito out and around to Cotopaxi, Ecuador’s highest peak, takes about an hour and a half to negotiate. Actually there are several dirt roads…..
The Big Freeze didn’t affect this spider and housewife. Marauding bands of cowards should heed the word of ladies protecting their nests….
Sitting on a park bench in Santa Fe, contemplating what is worthwhile and remembering Algiers. Flashback to a childhood encounter with a
Legionnaire….
Life can get boring on Hawaii.But sometimes a simple walk along the beach and to a treasure pool can be very rewarding and a way to break the vicious Writer’s Block.
The game was five-card stud. One card dealt face down, then four more, one at a time, face up. Betting between each deal of the cards. Military Pay Currency, not real money from home…..
The sun is perfect, as I stretch back on my chaise lounge and take in the colors generated by its fall toward the Hawaiian horizon.
I came back from Vietnam on a hard white gurney, flown in by one of those planes they called Starlifters at the time. Those wounded of us in that fuselage had all been pinned up in plastic sacks……….
Acid-laced coffee. Tawdry imitation 60’s décor. Indian music drifting down from worn out ceiling speakers. The Route Sixty-Six diner, ironically located on 56th St., New York.
During a Morning Calm an interesting encounter at the Route 66 Restaurant, on 56th Avenue in New York, provided aging agent, Arch Patton, an opportunity to receive Redemption…..
Algiers, Algeria. I asked him how a country could have a city named the same thing as the country, but he ignored me.
Clark and Peter crouched under the queen-sized bed. They slept together because they were kids and they’d been in the house only a couple of months
The brothers crouched under their queen-sized bed. They slept together because they were kids and they’d been in the house only a couple of months. Grandma had “passed on”……..
This fishing trip turned in to real ordeal for Tomas when he meets Herschel, the bear cub A chance meeting with a mother bear and her cub proved to be a fortuitous experience.
Zack and Streblo, the feral grey cat who adopted the eight year old living in the boathouse, experience meeting Jerry Strain.
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