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| Oh, Uncle Arthur! |
So, y’all came out here on vacation. How do I know that? You’re the only ones outside. Summer life in New Mexico is like some orbital community. There is the mothership, the work ship, the supply ship, and you spend the days running back and forth, to and fro in your climate-controlled shuttle. Unlike space, going outside won’t kill you right away, it’ll take a little longer, enough time to write your will. Usually, we have a break now and again in the summer, but lately it’s just hell, hell, hellhellhell. But optimism springs eternal, harken the warble of the native species, “It could be worse, we could be in Phoenix.” Phoenix is on the way. But please, visit New Mexico, it’s beautiful and parts of it don’t look like the rest of the country, a harder and harder thing to find these days, but don’t do it in the summer. Just don’t.














