Taos

Sunday, I fed the multi-colored desert tortoise and the salamander, sat by the oasis pool while the robin-like phyloruxia and other birds had their baths and then roused myself and shopped at Albertson's. The diesel switch engine whooped on the grade above Arroyo Chamiso, which runs behind my friends' home, helping build the new Albuquerque-to-Santa Fe "Roadrunner" rapid transport line. After such a prosaic morning under bright azure NM skies, I drove up to Taos for a gallery opening. After that, I sat around under the cottonwoods behind the gallery with three Deneh, a genizaro and another comanchero. We talked of the Indi'ns' Buddhist faith, life on the road and a number of things that you, gentle reader, will just have to imagine for yourself. Today my friend and I are off to sell books to the Kit Carson House, Salman Ranch and maybe Las Vegas, N.M. La vida la continue buena. -- El Comanchero