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Today I went down to the Banque building on Central, between 2nd and 3rd, for the opening of the Cradle Project. My mother, before she died, belonged to an artists' salon called An Aesthetic Sunday, made up of visionaries here in Albuquerque. For Christmas, we all got together to decide what to get her as a gift. A woman in a wheelchair, burdened by ALS, who used to be an artist, my mother really didn't want anything. I spent Saturday mornings and Thursday afternoons entertaining her, lighting h… Continue

Two Sundays ago, it was the octave of Easter. It was also Divine Mercy Sunday, a day when even the most hardened sinner is welcomed back into the fold. We did not go to Mass. Our little church was joyfully playing a Wesleyan hymn when the GF went outside. "Where's the cherry tree?" I don't know. It's in the ground. On the corner, where it has always been. Why? "Because there is no cherry tree on the corner." La otra guera and I had planted the… Continue

So. It's almost the end of CSI New York. It sounds like somebody is hitting a trash can over and over again. Now somebody's hitting a car. Again and again and again. I venture outside to see what has happened. The City of Albuquerque is doing construction on the sewer lines that run through Martineztown (the flooding was horrendous in 2006). Edith has been closed between Odelia and Mountain since March, and n… Continue