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 travel far and wide, and discover the world’s rudest Bagel schleppers.

We finish our time at the Sawmill, and see professionals...from the oldest profession.

We explore the Sawmill, and discover that we just didn't fit in...and, maybe, didn't want to.

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.