Just
got back from our annual New Mexico trip. I’ll write a detailed
travelogue later--things are weird and complicated, as usual . . .
I
was in full Search For America Mode from the get-go. After all, it’s
been a blood-spattered summer. Flags are at half-staff. Peter Fonda,
the Easy Rider himself, is dead. Whither the hell goest thou, America?
So,
I raised a few glasses to freedom.
And
it’s still over a year, a long, crazy year, to the election.
I
kept my eyes open as we traveled through Aztlán/the Wild West, saw
things, took pictures, had some thoughts, even dreamed some dreams.
To
be continued . . .
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