Ann Cavitt Fisher!
Each time I return to New Mexico, my affection for this state grows.
It really started on my second trip in 2009, when I visited Santa Fe and did many of the standard things one does around the square. Saw the Cathedral, had lunch, hit the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum.
During one long summer afternoon, I tucked into a coffee shop to get out of the noon-day heat and to do some writing. I was the only customer there, and before long, I was visiting with the barista who looked to be in his late thirties, a native American named De.
An old man swung in through the door.
“Hi, Doc. How’s the day?”
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