Now, what are you doing in
> Grants?
>
It was a hell-ride from South Carolina to San Francisco with my
daughter that did it, in the beginning. People were dying and taking
to the lightning decline of crack cocaine in Philly where I was
driving a horse and carriage after leaving grad school
(Temple--Radio-Television-Film.) A few months in the Deep South with
an alcoholic Baptist/Episcopalian mother drove us back West when a
room and a carriage driving job in SF opened at the same time.

Classic hellride: impenetrable fog in West Memphsis, torrential rain
in Oklahoma, dry and open and empty in Amarillo and then the
magnificance of New Mexico. We spent the night in Gallup, waking to
crisp air, clear skies and scattered patches of snow here and there.
Top of the world. As we pulled out of the diner/motel parking lot, I
told my daughter, then 11 years old, "If I ever disappear, look for me
in Gallup, New Mexico."

Fast forward through Portland, OR; SF; Oakland and a number of years.
It looked the dying was gonna start again or some killing or just some
craziness I am too old for, so I deemed it time to disappear.

Looking around the Internet, I found Gallup waaay too expensive and
Grants about the cheapest place in the county, so here I am. Stuck in
the Land of Entrapment--this was supposed to be tempory.

Any Questions?

the rover