Men never understand women. Of course that doesn't stop us from trying.
At the heart of Adam Rubinstein's attempt to revisit this neighborhood is a girl. In my own life as a young boy, her name was Carol. Although I wanted to walk with her home from school, I was too shy...and contented myself with following half a block behind, throwing snowballs or hiding behind bushes. Later, I must have dated Carol a dozen times in my life: Nancy, Elizabeth, Tanya, Susan, and more. I think I remember the way to her house. Adam… Continue
Sometimes the days pass slowly when you are a child. Gina Marie Marselle recalls such an afternoon with her mother. I am sure that many of the wonderful details of that time are now part of her own daughter's life. Some belong only to history...but nothing is left unnoticed.
The following email was forwarded to me by Lisa Gill on Friday.
Harvena Richter has lived in the same rambling adobe on Candelaria Road in Albuquerque's north valley since 1972. But the Richter family story in the Duke City begins much before that. Her father, Pulitzer Prize winning novelist Conrad Richter, sold their small Pine Tree Farm in Pennsylvania and moved to Albuquerque in 1928, looking for a cure for his wife's tuberculosis. His… Continue