In which we visit the High Noon, consider inverted Xmas Trees, and enjoy Green Chile Stew!

We explore Connie’s amazing shop, Old Town Antiques, and she tells us all about her adventures with the wife of the mysterious musician

A bit more about Connie and Old Town Antiques...plus the disaster of the lady who was the dealer in waaaay too many things.

In which I explore my parents’ art collection a bit more, and consider the late, great Bill Rabbit.

In which I combine art, a really good New Mexican wine...and grave robbers.

How a mysterious man disappeared...and forced my parents into the art business.

Okay, last time, I left off with my Mom becoming gradually, but thoroughly disillusioned with the Academy. At about the same time, my...

On my mother, a dear woman with a soft heart, a hard head, and a Ph.D. that she could use like brass knuckles.

In which I explore a bit more about my Dad, physicist extraordinaire and deep lover of good mischief.

All about art, freeports, scandals, and a singing animatronic Christmas Chihuahua.

In which we prepare for the Great Estate Sale, and I disarm a Molotov Cocktail-qua-Barbecue Grill. (Great fun.)

In which we meet my parents, and how they had a chainsaw between Austen and Dickens.

In which I explore the career of the Bizarre Bernarr, who was more than slightly crazy, but always entertaining.

We go further into Placitas, and get hints of the talented Mr. Bernarr Macfadden.

In which I consider Placitas, NM, and the strange life and stranger death of Ulysses S. Grant/ Donald Waskey, marijuana rancher extraordinai

So last time I had us in Old Town. We had entered Old Town from the East, going through an elaborate arch that leads in from the parking...

We arrive in Old Town, Albuquerque’s oldest quarter, complete with Breaking Bad.

We’re off to Old Town...and I consider Albuquerque (née Alburquerque) and how the CSA didn’t do well in the desert.

We discover, alas, that New Mexico is not immune to global warming. But, there’s great coffee to be had, at least until we melt.

It strikes me that even in this wonderful place, beauty contains within it that all too fatal touch of mortality.