"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Friday, November 13, 2009
Telegram from Steve
Imagine a dusty, one-post-office town on the high plains of central New Mexico, half a day's ride west of Socorro. A telegram arives...