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Texas Highways magazine has asked me to write an article ("IF there are museums, IF there are restaurants") about Highway 385.  I'm talking about 385 from Vega to Boys' Ranch, or as I still like to call it, Old Tascosa. It's a travel magazine, right?  So there needs to be something to see--several somethings.  The guy sending the email requesting the article allowed there might not be enough to write about. I want to say, yes there is: this was an old bison road (bison being the proper term for...

My neighbor, Jim, here in Picacho Hills in Las Cruces, just hailed me over his wall.  "Hey, saw your book reviewed in the Albuquerque Journal last Friday," he said. "Great," I called back.  "Glad to know someone still reads the newspapers!" I was starting my midday walk, already sweating in the intense New Mexico sun. Apparently, someone else saw the article as well.  All the seats were full at the local Albuquerque Bookworks store on Sunday, June 26th when I gave my scheduled talk and reading. It's humbling, to say the...

[caption id="attachment_840" align="alignnone" width="956"] Bob Armitage, South Place, 1929[/caption] He didn't have a jump hook.  Far from it.  And he often sliced the ball when we played golf.  Still this didn't keep my dad from joyously trying.  At 60, he learned to snow ski just because he wanted to take my friends and I skiing and to the mountains. "Seen Daddy?" (on the slope) I asked a friend.  "Nope, but I saw something that looked suspiciously like his ski outfit sticking out of a drift up there." He put up a...