Monthly Archives: May 2011

The next year there was no fog, and Rudolph’s celebrity status evaporated.* He was found bleeding in the snow one morning, a note pinned to his tail: DIE FREAK.  Donner and Blitzen were suspected almost immediately, and indeed confessed, but … Continue reading →

I fell in love with El Chamizal soon after I got to Las Cruces as a grad student, in 1968. It was a small, turquoise-painted adobe restaurant at Main and Amador.  It made money because it served a great green … Continue reading →

From behind the barricaded door, I could hear Dad coming up the steps.  With his big, rough hands, he was the go-to guy when a jar had to be opened, and he could chin himself one-handed.  My father was not … Continue reading →