tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304235862479840318.post8697424321678710245..comments2024-01-08T04:16:25.601-08:00Comments on Ché (What You Call Your) Pasa: Gaming the "Election"Ché Pasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01926630891287949373noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304235862479840318.post-20101970820294416432012-11-05T17:07:37.671-08:002012-11-05T17:07:37.671-08:00Thanks for your take on things and the stories. On...Thanks for your take on things and the stories. One of the (many) things I like about New Mexico is the prevalence of stories of people's lives. <br /><br />We're about half an hour east of Albuquerque and forty-five minutes south of the Santa Fe Plaza. <br /><br />The spirit of the place is what brought us here and brought us back again and again until we yielded to the Enchantment and made the commitment to stay. <br /><br />And now we're here.<br /><br />Yay!<br /><br /><br />Ché Pasahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926630891287949373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304235862479840318.post-46420232884703871872012-11-05T15:06:55.235-08:002012-11-05T15:06:55.235-08:00Brother Che,
Always a pleasure. Love your take o...Brother Che,<br /><br />Always a pleasure. Love your take on things. Rs and Ds, agree we all need a break from the media hype.<br /><br />Good luck in Albuquerque. It is deeply a spiritual land for me. My first love lost her mother in Taos. She was taking a little boy to church on an icy, winding road. The little guy crawled to safety. By November of 1985, my object of affection was in possession of a round adobe, not five miles from the summit. She took me up to see the seven frozen waterfalls, but we decided it would be too dangerous to ascend them without equipment. We drove over to the Taos Pueblo.<br /><br /> We were going through her mother's cassette tapes. I remember Buffy Saint-Marie among them. Bonnie Raitt, maybe. Of course, it was snowing. It was pretty cold towards the outer windows. Fireplace in the center hub. I got to drive through the wheel-ruds in an old fastback Mustang to a party where most of the participants were Native Americans. I took my old 100-watt tube amp out with me and was able to give it to some rock and rollers. We're talking early REM vintage. My Rhodes piano languished in the Ford at the airport parking lot.<br /><br />My best friend in 1997, was born to a Spanish-speaking family in Albuquerque on a ranch where his dad raised horses and cattle. Sam Marino, a WWII tank driver for Patton across France, used to barrel ride and pull cocks out of the sand, etc., much like the early Californios of lore. He also knew how to repair Model Ts.<br /><br />Good luck in your new home. I hope it is very holy and spiritual for you.Flying Juniorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02098313953658606206noreply@blogger.com