For It Goeth Abroad , and All the World Rejoiceth

That would mean the latest edition of my incomparable Web column, of course. Onward through the fog and mud and siren call of big V-8s …

[GRACK!] Ulysses in the Mud

“Just past the adobe homestead that surely belonged to the owner of the Olds, the road turned right and descended in a roller-coaster sequence of muddy humps along the steep east-facing slope of the mesa, and I was in a different world. West Virginia in the Rockies, maybe, only higher and drier. There were pastures and a river edged with cottonwoods and giant oaks, and flocks of ravens winging back and forth. Cattle and horses grazed in the fields, and I heard a turkey somewhere. A green pickup with oversized tires approached slowly from the south: the three large occupants were all young Latino males with shaved heads and didn’t wave. Another pickup chugged slowly by at walking speed — this time a wave and a nod made all the difference..”

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