The Idle American
Usual readers— both of you, and a few relatives who sometimes read to see if I “got it right”—may remember that a month ago, I decided to put my “quill back in the goose” until September.
A few cool days in New Mexico beckoned, and off we drove to the Land of Enchantment, neither footloose nor even close to fancy free, as it turned out.
Brenda, my wife of 57 year...