On arriving home

It was a beautiful, startlingly clear moonless night Saturday evening as I flew home from Virginia via Atlanta. It was fascinating to look down from six or seven miles up at city-after-city, then town-after-town, then vast dark spaces as we got closer to home. It’s nice to live in New Mexico where the people are fewer and farther between.

Today is gorgeous. Crystal clear — the snow beautiful on Mt. Taylor 70 miles west. Temperature in the 50s.

Continuing with the New Mexico elitism, I also have to say that just because it’s wrapped in a tortilla doesn’t make it Mexican food — and certainly not New Mexican food. If they don’t ask “red or green?” it just isn’t the best.

I had to get a few things at the store this morning and noticed that alcoholic beverages were closed off until noon. In my own religious faith we believe alcoholic beverages should only be sold between 2AM and noon on Sunday. What about separation of church and state? Why are we being discriminated against on Sunday mornings?

Readers outside the Albuquerque environs may wonder about why I bother to pick on Albuquerque’s Mayor Marty. Coco illustrates. First she has this quote from the local newspaper, emphasis hers:

Mayor Martin Chávez said the city needed to step in to help restore public faith in the water supply after KOAT-TV news last month reported that a fungus had contaminated some of the authority’s bottled water.  “They (the authority) just seem to not want to take responsibility,” Chávez said. “I don’t think they understand the gravity of the situation.”

Coco then explains: “Hello?  What is this ‘they’ business?  The Mayor sits on the Water Authority Board …”

Beyond that, NewMexiKen doesn’t like the mayor because he made an business agreement with a colleague a few years ago, then reneged on the deal. He seems even less honorable than most politicians.