Sandy and I visited Hilsboro, New Mexico. We had lunch in a tiny luncheonette that seemed to be authentically from the first half of the 20th century. The waitress made no effort to conceal her contempt for us. I met an old man dressed as a cowboy, who was an excellent photographer, with a poster for his work framed and hung on the wall of the luncheonette. I also met Pat Richardson who was a builder from my home town of Roslyn, NY, and I was amazed by his recollection of many of the families in Roslyn that I knew; the Muffsins, Guy Frost, architect, the Shopes, the Kaufmans, Mr. Moser and his scary property, the "sand pits" where I played, and on and on.
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