O Fair New Mexico!

A part of my past has died. It has a tombstone of sorts, in the form of a great big hole in the ground on 213 Vassar SE, between Silver and Lead. What used to be there was once a Palace of a place, and I was its King. Well, renting resident, at least. Man, that was a house. We moved there in the spring of ‘94, all thre… Continue

You know how nice it is to walk down Central during Shop and Stroll? No cars, no headlights, just lots of room to walk, and an environment conducive to seeing the sights, and one another. Removal of the automobile brings back the human scale, and briefly reminds us how to enjoy life not through our collective windshields.

I propose we bring this same environment a mile south on Christmas Eve.

Like many other DCF readers, I did the traditional walk down Ridgecrest to en… Continue

If you also live in a 50-year-old house, you might know the love of the Thermador in your bathroom. If you don’t, let me paint you a picture. It’s a device mounted around knee-level in the wall, composed of an art-deco-styled grill that “protects” a recessed, industrial-sized coil through which ridiculous amounts of current… Continue

Imagine sitting on a beach somewhere, watching monster waves roll in. As a wave marches onward, the water in front of it gets lifted skyward, helping to build the monster, growing and moving until its crash into shore.

Now imagine that wave being made of snow geese.

There are an estimated 38,000 of them at the Bosque Del Apache right now, and my family and I saw a good port… Continue