Gone But Not Forgotten
Driving back from Arizona to the Midwest, I mused on the uncertainty of life. You never know what will be happening, suddenly, right in front of you. We are headed back, yes, but to a new house. We have come into possession of a house, previously owned by a friend who has relocated to New Mexico to live with friends while she recovers from serious injuries. We had hoped to eventually have some property besides the truck and the Bigfoot, but didn’t expect it to happen now, nor in Chicago. Yet here we are, headed for the Pullman neighborhood to move in. Near the town of Hatch, NM, in the hot, dry, mostly featureless desert, something caught my eye – color, in the form of flowers, lots of them. It was a Mexican-style cemetery, glowing with a riot of hues amid the brown and tan landscape. I could not resist; we had to turn back and take a look. We drove into the cemetery, which has roads going horizontally and vertically. Sometim...
