Adios

Goodbye Santa Fe.
Tomorrow I head for the hills. Well actually I go around the hills at first and then over some hills and then over some more hills, and, well you get the picture.
I will miss green chiles, the “speculation” section at Borders, crystals with magical magical powers, the high mountain air, the aspin groves in fall, the good scientists at the Santa Fe Institute, tea time at the Institute, the convenient and terrific skiing, and the beautiful vistas of New Mexico.
I will not miss the running of red lights, the roads, crystals with magical magical powers, the hour long drive to 7a.m. flights in Albuquerque, and most of all, the fact that every metalic object I touch in this state gives me a nasty shock.