We finish up our trip, and I decided, By Golly, we could move back to New Mexico...someday.

We have an excellent lunch at Santa Fe’s Plaza Cafe, and a poor excuse for a breakfast somewhere else.

We travel to Museum Hill, learn that we’re not nearly classy enough for the Museum Hill Cafe, but meet the wonderful Alebrijes.

I think a bit about why the politics of Country and Western Music worry me.

We finally get to hear James McMurtry in Santa Fe.

On why we went 700 miles to see James McMurtry, who lives forty minutes away from us.

I introduce us all to James McMurtry, he of Choctaw Bingo fame.

We head to the Guadalupe Inn, and consider the exotic-ification of Santa Fe.

We go in search of the best Italian food West of the Pecos and East of the Rio Grande.

D-Day: Let Us Remember Hello, everyone. So, today, I was originally going to continue my current New Mexico series. But then I remembered...

In which I discuss an heroically dead shopping mall, and a mysterious Mormon monument.

I remember Taos ski area, and recall an adolescent victory there over my father’s least fav co-worker.

In which we travel to Corrales, a lovely village to the North and West of, and yet also within, the City of Albuquerque

We enjoy the excellent food of the Original Cocina Azul, meet our friends Michael and John, and consider the wonders of Sopaipillas

In which I think about my strange and maybe unnatural personal relationship with the longest aerial tramway in North America.